Monday, March 28th 2011
Eyebrows For Christ

I just had SUCH a nice time in the comment section on the last couple of posts. Y’all are the best – and you left links to new blogs and there were old friends stopping by and it was a big time love fest. (That’s always the best part of any post -thanks!)

Baby Shower: I have enough Southern Hospitality in me to pull off one gorgeous baby shower about every 3 years. I cannot promise to behave myself in a hostessy manner if stretched beyond that.  That being said, it was lovely. Lovely because my mother did the flowers and I had a caterer do the food. Except the chocolate dipped strawberries. I did those myself and they were so easy I didn’t mess them up. There were no stupid games because I hate stupid games. Not having to play stupid games is one of the perks of being a grownup. Right? I mean, when you’re a kid you have no choice. People think kids like doing stuff like that and they make you and they MEAN well, but ohmygosh. I couldn’t wait to grow up to an age where people wouldn’t make me play stupid games and sings songs with hand motions. Anyway. At 35, I’m there, so there were no stupid games.

Right before the baby shower I went to Caden-7yr’s baseball game and clapped so hard my left palm burst open and  bled.  Last year I did not understand baseball, even though I tried. This year, for who knows what reason, I DO understand. Which does horrible things for my intensity as a spectator and ability to clap my own flesh off. Caden-7yr can hit any ball during practice, but none in a game. It’s so frustrating for ME. Not that I matter. I think Caden-7yr is fine with this and handling it with far more maturity and calmness than I am. I just need to sit on my hands and remember to breathe and not clench my jaw.


God has called some of His people to live in many dangerous places and to spread His word under the harshest conditions. In contrast, He has only called me to live in a city without a Nordstrom, and for that I should be grateful enough never to whine.

For the last week I had a vague God-style nudge to go see someone I haven’t talked to in years. She did my eyebrows a few times a few years ago, so I called and made an appointment. Even though I usually do my own eyebrows, and really didn’t want to be terribly social.  She’d forgotten about our appointment and I sat in the parking lot for 20 minutes waiting. Calling. Texting. Trying the locked door, just in case. Ignoring the workers across the street and their hey-babys.

Finally. She apologized, let me in, and I was fully blaming God for this oh-so minor inconvenience and silently swearing not to tip big even though I always do no matter what.  Ten minutes later we were both in tears and she was telling me the horrors of her divorce I hadn’t known about and the unthinkably frightening acts that led up to it. We talked. We cried. We snotted. We talked about men and God and our 6 sons and all the while, she was ripping off my eyebrows and neither one of us were really giving those eyebrows even the tiniest bit of our focus. Or, if I were to talk all Holy-Roller, I would say it this way:

I have laid my eyebrows on the altar of Jesus Christ today as a sacrifice in the name of obedience to the Holy Spirit’s prompting to see a hurting friend.

This lack of eyebrows on my face, y’all? That’s not a mistake. It may look like one. Okay, it TOTALLY looks like a mistake. But it’s not. It’s MINISTRY. That’s what ministry looks like in this non-Nordstrom town, ‘kay? I wasn’t called to the mission field in China. I was called today to the Eyebrow Ripping Off Place, and so I went. Like a dumb, dumb lamb, I went.

And I emerged a better person FOR it. A better person without 80% of the pre-existing eyebrows, but hey. Let’s keep it in perspective. It’s not about ME. Apparently. Thanks, God, I GET IT. And I’m real glad that’s ALL she was waxing today. Yikes.

Endnote: I am being a BRAT. I know. But I wouldn’t take my eyebrows back in exchange for that time with this dear woman. I wouldn’t. It was a good trade. (Crying just thinking about it.) I’m really quite thankful for the brief time we had and the unlikely reconnection.

Also? God thoroughly cracks me up.


11 Comments on “Eyebrows For Christ”

March 28th, 2011
1:02 pm

I just discovered your blog over the weekend while googling total transformation and you are now firmly ensconced on my favorites list. Thanks for giving me a much needed laugh today. Hopefully your eyebrows won’t take too long to come back in.

March 28th, 2011
1:53 pm

^LOL, that was me last year, Susan. I found the same way. And I love stopping in here for a breather. Kelsey is even better than Total Transformation. She’s a breath of fresh air for other Christian moms.

Use an eyeliner pencil–in a blond shade. Or some eyeshadow in a light brown to help fill in, if it’s too too thin. That’s what makeup artists do on models and actresses.

It sounds like you were totally blessed! God is good.
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Headless Mom
March 28th, 2011
5:51 pm

I love that you sacrificed your eyebrows for a hurting friend. Now on to the next miracle…that your eyebrows will magically be back to normal by morning! (What? If He can part the Red Sea, turn water in to wine, and raise the dead, SURELY He can take care of eyebrows, right?)
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julie carobini
March 28th, 2011
6:07 pm

Sweetest post! Here’s to God returning to you ten-fold. You know, so you can go back and have them waxed again, Lol (I wish I could say that my lack of eyebrows had to do with MINISTRY, but oy, it was my overactive tweezers that did that trick years ago.)
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March 28th, 2011
7:24 pm


lovely to meet you! i’m so glad you are here. hopefully whatever had you googling TTP is not too dreadful – let me know if you want to discuss, please!

you are SO kind. thank you. oddly, i WAS totally blessed. I mighta lost my eyebrows, but I probably got more out of that time than she did. I always feel like that with kids on Sundays, too, though.

Headless Mom,
EXCELLENT idea! Let’s add me to everyone’s prayer lists!

Julie Carobini,
What?! Never noticed! But… TENFOLD might be a bit much!! : D

March 29th, 2011
9:27 am

First – can I just say that I’m so glad I’m not the only one who is against playing goofy games at a baby shower? OR wedding shower? That is the prime reason I avoid those if I can. Unless I’m organizing said shower – then I can nip the game playing intentions before it ever comes up.

Secondly – thanks for reminding us all to pay attention to those out of nowhere God nudges. You never know where they’ll take you – but it’s always amazing. Resolving to pay more attention to those myself.

March 29th, 2011
10:05 am

I tried sending you some info about my son and why I’m looking into TTP on your contact me link but it doesn’t seem to be working. I’d love the chance to discuss with you but don’t want to clog up your comments section with too much info.

March 29th, 2011
7:37 pm

WELL. Funny that you should mention the importance of ‘paying attention to the out of nowhere God nudges.” BECAUSE. This morning I was laying in bed, not ready to get up, and really annoyed about my eyebrows. And there was that still, small voice saying something an awful lot like, “Really? i just said you needed to see her. You coulda accomplished that with a coffee invitation and without the hot wax. THAT was all YOU.”

emailed you earlier! Looking forward to talking!


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March 30th, 2011
11:09 am

I’m dying. Too.stinkin’.funny.

I think we need a picture.
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April 1st, 2011
9:25 pm

Darn right, Eyebrows for Christ…

Isn’t that the best high of all… when you can minister to someone by surprise? And the fact that she hadn’t waxed (removed) your eyebrows in so long. A God thing for sure.

As a gal without eyebrows (okay, may six hairs per side) I am envious even in your current condition! : )

Great story, Kelsey… thanks for sharing!

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