Power of The Veil

I remember the first time I stumbled into a Shabbat service and all of the women had headcoverings...and I thought maybe they were Amish?  I learned more and more and grew more and more and learned that no, they definitely weren't Amish but for whatever the reason, they covered their head... So I turned to the word...

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Numbers 5:18 KJV

[18] And the priest shall set the woman before Yahveh, and uncover the woman's head, and put the offering of memorial in her hands, which is the jealousy offering: and the priest shall have in his hand the bitter water that causeth the curse...

1 Corinthians 11:3,5-6,13 KJV

[3] But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God.

[5] But every woman that prayeth or prophesieth with her head uncovered dishonoureth her head: for that is even all one as if she were shaven. 

[6] For if the woman be not covered, let her also be shorn: but if it be a shame for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her be covered. 

[13] Judge in yourselves: is it comely that a woman pray unto God uncovered?

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If a woman was thought to have committed adultery, the priest would "uncover her head."  

A woman's husband is her head and the head of her husband is Christ...but praying or prophesying with her head uncovered dishonoureth her head...

Oh my goodness I mulled that over so many times.  It was enough to make me at least cover during worship services because I was definitely at least praying...and then I started to cover when I would read scripture...and then on New Moons...and sometimes I would be brought to a spiritual discussion and literally be like ... "hold on!!" so I could go grab a headcovering before I continued the discussion.

After a while, I started to recognize some silliness in that.  And I started to feel almost...dirty...when I didn't cover.  After all my hair is my glory, that I should proudly share that before all eyes before Yah, whose glory cannot be matched?  It was a weird personal battle that I couldn't quite pin but the emotions for conviction were there.  So I started covering.  For a week or two.  And then I wouldn't.  For a week or two.  I got a lot of weird looks (still do) and off-the-wall comments like, "Got any hair under that hat?" Or "Bad hair day everyday, huh?"  I would feel awkward and quit covering for a time and then feel guilty and go at it again.  But then I realized something; I don't serve man.  I serve Yah.  I serve the Yah that is so powerful and so magnificent and so amazing and wonderful that he SPOKE me into existence and politely convicted me through His word and my heart to cover my head.  That in comparison to a few people wondering if I'm Amish?  I'll take it.  

And it never ceases to amaze me how the "power of the veil" (I actually vary from bandannas to hats to scarves to titchels depending on where I'm going, what I'm doing, what I'm wearing, what's the cleanest, and/or how I feel that day). Only my husband, my mother, and my Yah see my head uncovered and still very rarely.  There's substance to it...a cover of protection, sort of like a step further than tzit tzit.  My husband is my cover, but at work I'm venturing through the world alone (with Yah), and my hat is a reminder that my husband and my Yah cover me.  Before I covered my head, I liked to hide my face with hair, but now I realize my true insecurity lies with my head, how having it covered makes me feel safer under Yah's will.  It's my respect to the order of things and my place in that order.  And it is amazing how much more power a woman has when she surrenders her will (all of it) to her husband and her King.  And my headcovering is a sign of that surrender, my white flag.

Anything I am, anything I ever will be; anything I've ever been thought to accomplish or anything I am thought to have potential to become; anything good I have ever done or anything I have ever done that is worth remembering - it all comes from one far greater than you or I or anyone.  It comes from Yah.  It is with Yah that I walk and it is in His presence by His request in His will that I cover. 

Sisters, I pray that you may find the same peace.  In Yahshua's beautiful, loving, redeeming name I pray, HalaluYah!