My hair is growing back. Little wisps have suddenly appeared around my face, darker brown than the rest of my hair, like someone accidentally scuffed a marker across my temple. I didn’t see them a week ago, but now they are there, and I wonder what else might be being restored.
The hair began falling out in clumps last winter, long strands whirling around the shower floor and clogging up my detangler brush. I finally went to the dermatologist; she asked if there had been any stressors in my life a month before this began.
Maybe . . .
Please join me today over at (in)courage to hear the rest of the story. We all need wisps of hope sometimes.
“The faithful love of the Lord never ends; his mercies never cease.”