Lay Down Your Scissors

I have a fantastic widow’s peak.  I love it. However, when I was a kid, I did not think it was fantastic.  I hated it.  I referred to it as my Eddie Munster.  I didn’t know how to manage it and I often walked around feeling like my forehead was an advertisement for McDonald’s Golden Arches.

When I was about eight years old my mom and dad went on vacation and our grandma came to stay with us. I took this as an opportunity to deal with my Eddie Munster. I was finally going to have a normal hairline, like everyone else. I went into the bathroom with a pair of scissors, climbed up on the sink, and cut that bad boy right off.

Imagine my surprise when I realized I could not cut it all the way off! True, my golden arches were gone, but in it’s place were these short hairs sticking straight out from my forehead. I was horrified. This was far from the expected and desired outcome!

I decided the best course of action was to cover up my mistake. I strategically placed a large bandaid across my forehead. “There!” I thought, “No one will suspect a thing.”

My older sister came home later and ran right to me to ask me what happened. She assumed I must have had some sort of traumatic head injury. In a way I did. In a way I still do.

When I think back to that funny story I realize that in many ways I have not changed. I am still trying to fix my “imperfections” and hide my mistakes. I often deal with my perceived imperfections harshly rather than patiently allowing the Lord to gently prune them. I would rather hack them off and pretend they never existed than learn how to live with them, work with them, and maybe even use them to my advantage.

The bandaids haven’t gone away either. They just look different. They are the things I hide behind when feeling insecure. They are the ways I try to over-preform in one area to cover my lack in another. They are the fake smile I give when I am screaming on the inside. They are the “I’m great” responses I give when someone asks how I am doing. They are all bandaids to cover my mistakes, pains, and secret thoughts I don’t want anyone to see.

We all have Eddie Munster areas of our lives. Those annoying imperfections that get in our way. We all try to deal with them on our own and then try to cover up our mistakes when we fail to do so. The older I get, the easier it gets to embrace the Eddie Munster areas of my life. Oh I still have a few that can trip me up pretty good, but for the most part I have learned to work with my Eddie’s, and even use them to my advantage.

It says in Psalm 139:13-14 For you formed my innermost parts; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks and praise to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. 

In other words, when God was knitting me together He at some point determined that I would totally rock an Eddie Munster. He also thought my enthusiasm and passion would be good things (even if they required some training). And believe it or not he allowed me certain weaknesses so that I could use them to help strengthen others. How cool is that?

I am trying real hard this week to let God deal with the Eddie’s that I can’t. I am climbing down from the bathroom sink, and laying down my scissors. Anyone care to join me?

Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for faithfully loving me. Thank you for creating me so precisely and delicately in my mother’s womb. Help me to see myself as you see me. Help me to use my strengths and let go of my weaknesses. I surrender all areas of my life to you so you can prune the things that are preventing me from bearing the fruit you have planned for me. Thank you for patiently loving me. In Jesus’ name, Amen

Love, Grace, and No More Scissors,



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  1. I also have a widows peak. Luckily I had a Great aunt, who because she had no children was like a 2nd Grandma to me. She told me when I was very little that she was very jealous of my widows peak, because it made my face the shape of a heart. I like to see how God looks at me through a heart lens. 😉

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