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If you’ve read my book you know I had a bowl cut for the majority of my childhood. There were two years where I veered off track and the bowl morphed into an afro and then a chin length frizzy mess, but eventually made it’s way back to the bowl for 6th grade.

Some people would never dream of admitting to such bad hair, but I’ve come to embrace those years, and to prove it, I’m going to display my childhood ugly for all to see.  You needed some comic relief on this Tuesday, right?

First, you need to see the canvas upon which this bowl cut grew.

Notice the perfect curvature of my head.  The ideal shape for a bowl cut.

Skip forward to preschool.  The bowl cut is in full effect and little did this sweet face know it was here to stay!

I do have to give my mom some credit for getting creative with my bangs.  I am sure those feathers were held in place with some Aqua Net hairspray.  And I have to admit, this was a cute look for me.

Kindergarten:

Don’t let the gap in my teeth distract you from the fact that I am now “parting” my bowl cut on the other side but still feathering my bangs.

First grade:

Baby teeth: OUT.  Permanent teeth: IN.
Shorter hair cut: IN.  Being mistaken for a boy: MOST DEFINITELY IN.

Second Grade:

Unibrow, is that you?  So nice of you to join us. With our bad hair and big teeth you’ll fit right in.

Third Grade:

Good bye, unibrow (conveniently  covered-up by my *still* feathered bangs).  Hello, Earrings.  Proclaiming that I am a girl, who kinda looks like a boy.

Fourth Grade:

After months of BEGGING my mom to let me get my hair permed she caved.  I think she did it to spite me and because she was so tired of hearing me whine.  I remember her saying it would look terrible but I ignored her advice and paid the price.  This (thank, God) is one of the few pieces of evidence that remains of this dark time for my family and I.  It’s one thing to bring this ugliness upon yourself, but to force your family to be seen with you in such a state is really not kind.  Please notice the unbelievable height that this afro is obtaining.  Legendary.

Fifth Grade:

My options for getting rid of the monster that was my perm was to “bic it” off or grow it out.  Here is the picture of short-lived liberation from the bowl cut because once 6th grade school pictures rolled around I was back to what I knew best….

It was back and better (read: worse) than ever.  But it was on it’s way out, thank the Lord.

Megan’s Bowl Cut
RIP
1980-1990

Yesterday morning the sermon at church was on marriage.

The minute I read the title in the bulletin I thought about exiting stage left. No thanks. Not interested.

I spent the remaining 15 minutes (before the sermon started) thinking about how I could gracefully leave without making a scene.  Not that I was considering standing up and in a moment of crazy yelling, “What about us single people!?!” and then storming out to go home and feed my cat (or go to the pet store to buy one). Of course not…I would have tried to be as discreet as possible.  Most people would have thought I was leaving because my nursery beeper went off alerting me that my child was having a screaming fit and they needed reinforcements.

Why was a plotting to leave in the first place?  Because selfishly I want God to speak to me (reveal something to me) and I doubted He’d do that through a sermon about marriage.  Hear that chuckle?  Yeah, it’s definitely God laughing at me and my desire to control what He’s going to teach me and when.

I spent so much time having this inner debate with myself, I hardly noticed that Pastor Ken was approaching the stage to begin his sermon.

“Please stay.” He begins with.

I shake my head.  Got it, God.  Don’t worry, I am not going anywhere.

“I know some of you are considering leaving because this message is on marriage and you’re not married.   But stay.  I think God can use it to teach you something.”

He was right.

His message was a huge reminder that a Godly man is worth waiting for and fighting for.  A man that will love me (serve me) like Christ does.  A man that I will respect and encourage (submit to).  I know this man won’t solve all my problems, or make me more complete, but I do believe he will draw me closer to Christ and serve me well.  It was a reminder to wait for God’s best no matter how long the wait might be.  A reminder that it’s better to be single than dating a man who does not believe in God and want him at the center of his marriage.

Thank you God (and Pastor Ken) for using a message on marriage to speak to this single girl.

Looking forward to next week’s message on…you guessed it…parenting!

Here is a recent review of my book on a fantastic website called Devourer of Books.

www.devourerofbooks.com

It’s a fair (and slightly funny) review of my book.

Enjoy.

I received an anonymous comment that Russell had the correct answer first. 

Oops!  Anonymous…you’re absolutely correct!

Russell- email me your address and I will send you a book and Starbucks card.

And don’t worry, Abby…you’ll get yours as well!

Megan

Congrats to Abby on winning the contest. 

She is 100% correct that the nasty cell phone clip on Jake’s right pocket is the item that I can’t stand!  Why would you need a cell phone clip for your cell phone when it’s in your pocket?  I don’t know either.

Abby…your book and gift card is in the mail!

Thanks to everyone for playing.  More fun contests to come!