No, I am not literally pulling out my hair, but those of you who have been following this blog may wonder. The bad news is my hair is falling out. When I wash it, when I comb it, even when I just lightly touch it, a bunch of hair will remain in my fingers. The first few days did not worry me but now over time, the shower drain is regularly plugged with my hair and the bathroom floor littered. I am getting worried. My husband is bald and though it looks good on him, I do not particularly want to be his twin. I have no idea what has caused it. Is it linked to the high fever from dengue that I had in August? Could it possibly be middle age? Or is it the accumulated stress of missionary transition over the last year? I really do not know.

The Bible says, “Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins? And not one of them is forgotten before God. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.” Luke 12:6-7

I know God does care about me and my hair. I also know that right now, I am keeping him particularly busy with the continuous recount!