I miss my hair.

It’s not just that my head is cold or my scalp is itchy. I miss the way my hair felt laying on the pillow. I miss brushing it and putting it in a pony tail. I even miss the funny way it would stick up in the back after a night’s sleep.

With hair, I could take on a different look each day. People knew if I got up late or didn’t have time to shower based on the condition of my hair. My boss could tell if I had plans after work based on how primped it was. Some days I wished it would all fall out. Now that it has, I miss it.

Losing my hair is not the only thing I struggle with physically right now. But it is one of the biggest reminders each day that my body is fragile. Just like everyone else’s body, mine is amazingly resilient and created with so much intricacy. But for all its wonder, it’s still wasting away.

With these thoughts fresh in my mind, I heard an important verse from Philippians on Sunday with a new urgency. Even though this body is wasting away, decay is not the final word for it.

“But there’s far more to life for us. We’re citizens of high heaven! We’re waiting the arrival of the Savior, the Master, Jesus Christ, who will transform our earthy bodies into glorious bodies like his own. He’ll make us beautiful and whole with the same powerful skill by which he is putting everything as it should be, under and around him.” -Philippians 3:20-21 from The Message

As I heard this verse , I suddenly realized that resurrection is not just an Easter message, it’s also an Advent one. When we wait for Jesus’ return, we are waiting for life with him in a transformed body. And right now, I’m just imaging spending glory with a head full of hair.

By the way, tomorrow is my last radiation treatment.