Not one hair of your head

My hair has started to fall out again. It has done this about three times a year since I was in my 20s, but this feels like the big one. It always feels like the big one. And I panic. As I'm doing now.

(Is there a doctor in the house?)

The shedding announces itself with a slight tingling of the scalp, which might not even be noticeable to anyone else, but I have come to recognize the calling card. Then I find them all over the pillow and am terrified; gobs of hair left in the drain after a shower.

Down the drain with it goes my sanctification. Any idea that I was truly putting my trust in God is exposed by the sight of the little limp, snowflake-like floaters that land on my arm throughout the day and terrify. My scalp gradually begins to show through like a deforestation site.

Now here is the crux of this blog post. Let us consider this mundane example to examine a question that has nagged at me for ages: Just how involved is God in our daily lives?

Oh I know the orthodox answer: "Very." But what I mean is, how do I interpret this hair problem? Is God using it to cure me of intractable vanity, or does he have bigger fish to fry in the world?

Is it biblical to see this hair problem as God's strategy to deal with my sin by sending a situation that will force the issue and make me, firstly, see my lack of real faith, and secondly, come to him with Christ-like resolve and say, "Though the fig tree does not bud, though my hair falls out entirely, yet I will put my trust in Him"?