⁷ Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. Luke 12:7

Most everybody has read this verse.   To think that God knows how many hairs are on my head tells me that he is a personal God; an omniscient God.

It's impressive.

I'll tell you something else that's impressive; the hair on the heads of the Burdens.  All five of us have been blessed.  We have hair to share.  I was doing laundry yesterday and spent much of my time removing hair that had become entwined in the fibers of our clean clothes.

What a monotonous job.  But the hair-picking made me realize just how remarkable God is.  When I think about God knowing the number of hairs on my head, I think of a single number.  God knows that I have.... say, 108,237 hairs on my head.

As I removed hair strand by strand from a sweater, I was struck by a simple fact.........

The number of hairs on my head CHANGES constantly.

The number of hairs on my head changes when I brush my hair.  I lose hair as I go about my day.  Silver strands sprout daily adding to my hair number.  I lose thousands of hairs with no awareness.  I notice every new gray.  And God is aware of it all.

And so it goes with life.

Life is full of change with its swinging moods.  You're on fire for God one minute and you've forsaken him the next.  Change is ever about; when you step on the scales and when you see your sixteen year old pull out of the driveway without you.

Know this.

God knows your troubles just like he knows your hair's number. He's ready for those curve balls bearing change and he tells us not to be afraid.  Change is constant, and like the shedding of our hair it's often unavoidable.

Life is full of change. It's impossible sometimes to keep up.

The number, that great mysterious number of hairs on our head changes,

 but our God of great grace does not.

 It is well for us that, amidst all the variableness of life, there is One whom change cannot affect; One whose heart can never alter, and on whose brow mutability can make no furrows. - Charles Spurgeon