The evidence of my hairbrush

I was brushing my hair today when it occurred to me that it is really quite amazing to think that every hair of my head is numbered.  I couldn’t even begin to estimate the number and, from the evidence of my hairbrush, it is changing all the time.  Yet it’s a detail, unique to me, which the infinite God has known from all eternity.  No wonder David could say, “How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!”

That I am always in God’s thoughts is, I find, profoundly humbling.  It is also, especially in times of perplexity or difficulty, deeply encouraging.  Like Nehemiah, I can pray, “Remember me, O my God, for good”, knowing that that is precisely what He is always doing.

But there is a challenge also, for there is always a tendency – a danger even – of becoming less dependent upon God when all seems to be going well.  May the Lord never have to say of us, as He said of His people through Jeremiah, “They have forgotten Me days without number”!

On such love, my soul, still ponder,

Love so great, so rich and free;

Say, while lost in holy wonder,

‘Why, O Lord, such love to me?’

Hallelujah!

Grace shall reign eternally.

                             John Kent

 

How precious are Your thoughts to me, O God!

How great is the sum of them!

If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;

When I awake, I am still with You.

                                                                             Psalm 139:17-18