Poverty stole my good hair👧🏽
Mid-day reflection~ mama say

I was most certainly obsessed with long hair no lie. 🤷🏽‍♀️When I was a child, I would pray to find a mermaid to leave my piece of broken comb to comb her hair with… even though most of the comb teeth missing from the shaft of course. Everything was broken in my life. How silly though. But on the other hand I find myself begging God to please make me wake up with long hair. He never did answer me and I’m still mad, just kidding🤗When I was born, my mama said out of all her babies👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽…all seven of them, I had the most hair👧🏽 (I had the best head of hair~hope none of my siblings read this👀). I have no baby picture—I so badly wish i had☹️

Anyways, for years we only had a piece of broken mirror, so I couldn’t see the full contour of my face, (that’s a word I learnt from Mr Jacob when he was trying to woo me lol😜), nor my head all at once…but I could definitely see my big 👃🏽nose, (that👃🏽I inherited from mama of course and…my big 👣 heels). I love my mama💕. Mama said my hair was beautiful but when I looked in the piece of broken mirror we had, all I saw was a ‘pickey, pickey head little girl’…and of course when I look close enough, I would see lice crawling around in it. So grotesque🤢🙈. Ladies edges have to be on fleek today but nothing about my edges was on fleek. I had no edges🤫only had black pepper grains.

My hair was constantly dry, loaded with cakes of dandruff but yet it was suppose to be the best hair. I was very puzzled over this claim. On the other hand if I did have ‘good hair’ like Chris Rock puts it, where did my good hair go?🤔 Well according to mama, poverty stole my good hair. Poverty stole what? The thing is we never had the proper hair ammenities like shampoo and conditioner, we couldn’t afford that. That’s was only for rich folks. So my mother had to use one of the worst smelling soap on the Island~ called ‘dutty gal soap’ dutty gal soap was use to wash our clothes, pots&pans, bathing and for washing our hair. It was our go-to detergent😉 so that’s the poverty soap that stole my good hair… along with other ingredients. We weren’t educated about the fact that petroleum isn’t good either, so we would use that…and when we ran out of petroleum hair grease my mother would used cooking oil-cooking oil😳 mama cooking oil is for cooking🤷🏽‍♀️oh gosh no wonder my hair suffered and almost died…and then if we didn’t have any cooking oil the lotion would have to do the trick. What a travesty😦my mama almost killed my good hair. Mama you couldn’t do better, so I forgive you.😪

So anyways, one day God told me He was sending me my husband and I had no clue what my husband was going to look like and my hair all of a sudden became an issue, don’t ask my why🤔. So the day that I met Jacob I knew He was the one. The next morning I went down in sackcloth and ash. I said, “Lord Jesus, you didn’t tell me you were sending me a white husband fellow, so I’m going to need from you an emergency hair miracle. I need you to grow my hair real fast before the wedding because Jacob is going to need long hair to play in.” (It was all in my head, we didn’t even have our first date yet-I think it was a single girl problem🤷🏽‍♀️). Anyways, I was almost certain I heard silence in heaven and then all of a sudden Jesus and the whole crew started laughing 😇I couldn’t believe my👂🏽.

Then all of heaven realized I was serious cause I kept on praying🙏🏽 and asking God to help a girl out lol. Next thing I know the Holy Ghost spoke to me and tell me exactly what to do to cause my hair to grow. THE HOLY SPIRIT IS OUR HELPER! HELLO💁🏽‍♀️I got up, ran to the store, came back, and did some intensive research. To make a long story short, people of God, the Lord God helped me resurrect my good head of tresses because it was always there. God is so filled wit humor lol. And I’ve always believed you mama👀

Moral of the story, don’t call what’s dormant dead. Don’t call a temporal situation permanent. Don’t call what God didn’t label DEAD, dead! Call out to your dry bones to come alive!! God can resurrect your dead situation today. Call out to Him for HELP and believe!!

And bear in mind, God will not do for you what you can do for yourself, like growing and caring for your own hair. That’s on you.

By the scent of water shall a tree🌳sprout again.
Job 14:9

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