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My New Hair Curling Device–and Head Coverings


#1  So this new curling device. It has made me very happy.

#2  I’ve still been thinking about covering my hair when I go to church.


RUSK Curl Freak–My New Curling Device

Maybe I’m late in the game here, since the videos I found for this curler are from a few years ago, but this thing has changed my life for the better. The curls come out pretty, my hair feels fuller, and I don’t have to wash it for a few days and it still looks okay.

My friend Cara posted about her new Rusk Curl Freak curling iron that she was excited about. I needed a new curling iron because the cord on mine broke, so I looked up this crazy Rusk thing that my friend Cara recommended, and I found a few really helpful videos that made it look easy–not to mention that the curls turned out in beautiful beach waves.


This contraption sucks in your hair and spits it out curled and beautiful.

I bought it on sale, and when it came in the mail (hooray for packages arriving in the mail!) I was really excited and tried it out right away.

The first time I let it take my hair was–really scary. Would it get caught? Would my hair burn off? But it was actually really simple and fun!

You take a small section of hair and place it in the curler, clamp it shut, and it winds the air onto the heating device for you so you don’t have to do anything but hold it still. Then it beeps four times and you let go on the last series of beeps. The hair comes out in a nice soft curl!

I’m sure there are drawbacks, but so far I am really happy with the results. I can curl my hair faster than before (I’m done in 10-15 minutes, which is pretty good for long hair) and the curl stays in for three days, a little less wavy each day. Maybe I will try to make it stretch to four days if I can get my hair oils to adjust to a four day wash.

You can control the temperature, length of time, and direction of curls. I actually made a video of me using it so you could see how it works. Would you want to see something like that? So embarrassing to post a video of myself, but if it would help people see how the thing works, I’d be happy to post it.


The top left pic is the very first time I ever used the Rusk Curl Freak. The pic on the right was maybe the third time I used it. The pic on the bottom left was hours later after it had been shaken out and calmed down.

Every time I use this new curling device, I wonder if I will regret it in a year. Like maybe I will be absolutely bald in a year. But so far, so good!


Head Coverings for Women

Like I mentioned in this post about my hair, I have this struggle in my soul about primping before church. I keep thinking about the idea of head coverings for women at church, and I will continue to think and pray about it. I think a head covering, for me, would be about making a statement in my heart. I would be saying, “Not me, but you, Lord.”

One day I will actually try it instead of just thinking about how I should try it.

What are your thoughts on head coverings at church? Have you ever thought about trying it to see if anything happens in your heart as you worship God with your head covered?

Lots of Love,


P.S. Another awkward selfie (from Andy’s *beautiful* cousin’s wedding this weekend.) Andy is trying to teach me how to look at the camera.


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My Hair At Church

my-hair-at-churchThis morning I am starting my day with a confession: sometimes I don’t want to go to church if my hair doesn’t look good. In fact, on Sunday mornings, I find all sorts of reasons not to go to church.

My hair looks ugly.

I don’t have anything cute to wear.

I forgot to wash the baby’s blanket.

My kids’ hair looks messy.

My toenails look gross.

My hands are dry and cracked.

I have a red spot on my nose.

I didn’t make my bed yet.

My car isn’t washed.

It’s like Sunday morning is a battle against my own mind until I push each excuse out of my head and focus on the real reason to go to church.

To worship the Lord and rest in his house.

That’s it. Attending a church service is for the purpose of resting, listening, meditating, clearing my mind, and taking time to remember that life isn’t about ME. I don’t have to be in control. I don’t have to have it all together. I am not the important one. My family is not the center of my world.

Jesus Christ is King. And God offers me a seat in his house so I can come and be with him and let go of every burden I am trying to carry on my own.

Yet so many times I don’t want to go to church. Why?

Let’s get back to my hair.

My hair is my glory. My hair has the potential to make me look awesome. I can spend thirty minutes carefully curling long locks of sleek hair, and it will shine and gleam like Barbie’s, fresh out of the box. But for some reason, when I first wake up in the morning, my hair looks terrible–really flat and greasy–which makes me feel unimportant and insecure.

What’s even weirder about my hair is that when I think it looks good, I am more confident as I stroll through the doors of my church and greet my sisters and brothers in Christ. When my hair looks good, I feel important. I feel put-together. I feel like I’m letting everyone know, “Hey! I got this. I got here with my four kids, and I even took the time to do my hair!”

However, I am really starting to believe that when, two thousand years ago, Christian leaders in the Bible were telling Christian women to dress modestly while in prayer and worship, “not with their hair braided, or with gold, pearls, or expensive clothes, but with good works, as is proper for women who profess reverence for God,” (1 Timothy 2:9-10), they were speaking into a woman’s heart, into the place where she makes choices as she prepares to worship the Lord in his house.

I don’t even have bad intentions. But sometimes my choices reveal how much I love my own glory. My choices might say what is really in my heart:

This cute braid in my hair will make people notice ME.

Gold earrings and vintage jewelry will draw attention to ME.

Expensive clothes, purses, and shoes will turn heads towards ME.

(I don’t own anything expensive, but you get what I mean.)

My awesome hair will make the other women wish they were ME.

Me. As if I am anyone important; as if, in the house of the Lord, I deserve any attention at all; as if anyone even cares or notices the things I hope they notice about me.

Before I was married, I used to wear sexy clothes to church, and I loved how it made guys look at ME.

But as I got older, I picked up on a few truths from the Holy Spirit.

Like the fact that true beauty is in the one who is truly worshipping the Lord. Clean hands raised to God are the hands that have identified and relinquished the sickness of “ME.”

So many times I have curled my hair and put on mascara, only to enter into a time of worship and cry my eyes out because the song is so touching, and I remember my friend who has cancer and how strong he has been, and I am sitting next to a woman who just lost her husband, and I know that the girl sitting behind me (who has to stare at my hair) misses her boyfriend because he is away on a mission trip, and another young guy behind me just lost five friends in a terrible car accident…

My mascara is long gone. It doesn’t matter. My hair, my face, my clothes, my kids’ coordinating outfits—none of it matters.

The reason why I don’t want to go to church is the very reason why I so desperately need to go: entering God’s house, finding rest, and worshipping the Lord is never about ME; yet it is always for me, and it changes me.

Sometimes it’s hard to get over my insecurities and get to church.

But I never regret going once I am there.

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