I’ve been wanting dreads for years now.
But I was too scared.
And I feared the judgment of others.
I was afraid I’d miss my curls.
But those curls have loosened and straightened themselves ever since I had my baby.
My dreads have been a challenge to the definition of beauty.
They are a symbol of my freedom in Christ.
Freedom to express the creativity God has blessed me with.
I’ve been blessed with unexpected encouragement from others – like a splash of cold water to my face…refreshing…awakening…the extra push I needed to more warmly embrace the woman that I am and my Creator who made me.
Thank you Lord. You are good.