Hair Time

I know some of the most generous people in the world. I know I’ve said that before, and I’m sure I’ll say it again, but truly, I do. Many of you have blessed our family TREMENDOUSLY by sending financial gifts during this tough time, and now Jeff and I know what self-supported missionaries feel like, living off of the generosity of others. We are so grateful.

But, there are others of you who offer even a little bit extra. You've given us clothes for our children, groceries for our pantry, and someone in our church even pays, anonymously, for me to get my hair done. I go to Mindi Watson (who is FANTASTIC and runs her salon out of her house) and if you live in the Burleson/Fort Worth area, I highly recommend her. She’s become more than just-the-talented-girl-who-does-my-hair. She’s a friend, and I know, has given my hair extra attention or color or something out of the goodness of her heart and refuses to let me pay her anything. I’d like to see her a bit more… (at church, HINT HINT, Mindi, if you’re reading this)….! Gotta love that gal.

I still have limited energy, so actually taming this “wild tassle of hair” (as my mom wrote about my hair in a poem one time) every morning is the pits…so, I don’t do it. I can usually be seen with a ponytail, or occasionally, a wild curly mess. Even more sporadically, I straighten it, and if you saw me then, you might actually think “wow, she DID play with Barbie’s growing up!” I always leave Mindi’s house looking like a super-model. Okay, well, maybe having super-model hair is a little more exact, and isn’t that the goal of getting one’s hair done? To leave feeling better than you entered? I always do.

If you’re a man, and this monologue is way out of your league, I give you permission to cease and desist and move on to other more interesting reading.

Anyway, not to belabor the hair talk, but ladies, you know what I mean when I say sometimes you just need a change? Helps the overall emotional female hormones or something. Today, I spent three hours with Mindi getting pampered and my hair permanently straightened. I was worried I’d wind up stinking up her bathroom, so I didn’t eat much before I went, and thank goodness, I never once had to go…though I did as soon as I got home.

It’s interesting to me how a simple physical alteration makes a mental/emotional difference. I’ve admitted on here that I’ve been struggling, but since I confessed it to the world, I’ve felt the prayers of the multitudes, and I thank you. I still think I may eventually get some godly Christian counseling (because I’m a firm believer in it), but that black cloud, at least this last week, feels as if it’s dissipating.

I’m attaching two pictures of the permanent straightener, not out of vanity, but to let you see what a good job Mindi does! I'm posing with my two best men.