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September 13, 2014

The Chin Hair

Do you remember that book Dear God, It’s Me Margaret? Written by the incomparable Judy Blume, it was revolutionary at the time as it addressed all of the angst that comes with being an adolescent girl. From training bras to feeling like you were the last one to get the big ‘P’ to dealing with boys who went from being just pesky to being pesky and yet strangely more appealing. I have vivid memories of feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as the main character in her desperation chanted, “I must, I must, I must increase my bust”.

Mostly I was just flabbergasted because I was one of those odd ducks who really didn’t want to develop and frankly abhorred the idea of growing up in general and the thought of purposely trying to ‘increase your bust’ seemed beyond my comprehension.

I also remember the day when my mom and I sat on the couch in our family room and she read out loud to me the book ‘Fearfully and Wonderfully Made’. This was ‘The Talk’ moment and I was more than relieved when it was over and I could go back to playing Barbies.

Now, even though I pouted when my mom insisted I start wearing a training bra (I vividly remember sitting out on the curb in front of my house and thinking that this radical change must be so obvious that the people in every single car that drove by just knew that I was wearing a bra!) and even though I couldn’t wait to get off that couch when ‘The Talk’ was over, it by no means meant that I hadn’t absorbed all of this new, shocking information.

But, no where, not in any single book or Teen Beat Magazine or 6th grade health class did they ever mention chin hairs.

And I cry foul!

Really, someone should have warned me. Chin hairs are not ‘fearfully and wonderfully made’.

As if it isn’t bad enough that I’m nearing 40 and still have the occasional pimple (yet another thing that I should have been warned about), I regularly find myself horrified when the light hits my face just at the perfect angle to reveal a coarse, black nubbin of a hair (or two!!) sticking straight out. Usually this happens at a time when I cannot locate a pair of tweezers which frankly I’ve come to realize should be with me at all times. Like people who have to have an epipen with them in case of an allergic reaction.

Tweezers are my epipen.

tweezers

I’m quite certain that throughout the course of history as the Bible was translated, they left out one very important verse. When God is handing down the consequence of their sin to Adam and Eve and He informs them that they will now have to toil the earth for food and have pain in childbirth they forgot to include ‘Thou shalt be cursed with chin hairs’.

The other morning as I once again reached for my trusty tweezers, I realized that one particularly annoying chin hair always grew back in the same exact spot. It was relentless. I plucked, it came back. And sometimes it would even bring a friend or two.

And as I contorted my arms into all sorts of interesting positions trying to get just the right angle to pull that sucker out, I realized how much that chin hair was like sin.

No matter how many times the light is shined on the sin in my life and I recognize it, ‘pluck’ it out, put some makeup on it and go about my day, it seems to come back again and again. Usually in the same place.

I like to think of myself as a ‘quick study’, someone who catches on to things pretty easily.

And yet, I find that over and over again, like a stubborn chin hair, there are sin areas in my life that I think are resolved and yet continue to resurface.

(I just realized that chin and sin rhyme. Coincidence? I think not!)

Ahem…getting back to the point here…

Through recognition of my sin, confession and the receiving of forgiveness I’m made new and whole. The slate has been wiped clean.

“If we confess our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”

1 John 1:9

But, even though the slate has been wiped clean, it doesn’t mean that it won’t get written on again. It’s in our nature as humans after all.

I’m so, so grateful for the grace that is extended to me over and over again.

And yet, while that grace and forgiveness is given to me unconditionally, it doesn’t excuse me. We often get caught up in this idea of nothing being required of us when it comes to our relationship with the Lord.

But I think that can become a crutch.

Hear me when I say this, there is a point at which I must get up from kneeling before the throne and start walking again. And I must walk as one who has been made new.

“He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; ‘by his wounds you have been healed'”. 1 Peter 2: 24

The definition of insanity is essentially doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. We sin, come before God, confess our sins, receive forgiveness and then go on to do the exact same thing again.

Insanity.

Yet we know that we cannot change through our own power. So, what’s the answer?

Honestly, I’m not entirely sure. I never promised you all the answers here people! 😉

But, what I am sure of is that in order to be truly ‘made new’ I must be willing to allow God to be the Master ‘Plucker’.

You see, if I really wanted to do away with those chin hairs forever I realize that I could just do laser removal. Zap those bad boys!

But, my guess is that once I zapped one area, another one would pop right back up. Like in the form of long nose hairs or something.

And that’s the way sin is. We might conquer one area of sin in our lives, only to realize that another has surfaced.

It would be easy here to ask, “Well, why even bother then?”

Why not just let those hairs grow willy-nilly?

Well, for one thing, I’d probably end up in the circus or at the state fair where people would win prizes trying to guess the length of my chin hair.

And, for another, frankly I’m supposed to continue to grow in my faith.

Hebrews 5:12 says, “In fact, though by this time, you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again. You need milk, not solid food.” 

I don’t want milk anymore. I want solid food!

I want God to take out those tweezers and pluck away!

Will it sting? Yes. Will some of those ‘sin hairs’ (like how I did that there?) try to come back? Yes.

But, if I’m truly being ‘transformed’ then they should pop up less and less.

And even when they do, I’ll know that their purpose is to serve as a reminder of my need for…

Grace

Mercy

Forgiveness

Christ

 …and tweezers! 😉

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  1. Joanna says

    September 13, 2014 at 3:54 AM

    Boy, aint it the truth! Thank you for your witt and charm. Those ugly hairs do keep showing back up when least expected.
    I am so grateful for communities of God’s Girls who share their true selves so we can hold each other up. It’s a challenge and a battle at times but thank God we know who wins in the end!!!
    Blessings
    Jo

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  2. Marisa Franca @ All Our Way says

    September 13, 2014 at 4:05 AM

    Well here I thought you’d give me a solid solution to sin an d chin hairs — wait until you get them around your mouth like a mustache!! Yep I think people must think I’m always deep in thought — you know rubbing your chin, Uh Uh!! I’m making sure there isn’t a little stubborn stiff hair sticking out where it doesn’t belong. I know what to do about sin — haven’t found the solid solution to chin hair. Anyone try the No-No?? I hate to fork out that much cash if it won’t work.

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  3. Rebecca says

    September 13, 2014 at 4:09 AM

    I was so proud of myself for carrying my “tweezers” in a little pouch in my car when I spotted a chin hair, the length of a billy goat beard, reflected in my rear view mirror. The sun hits me just right in the car and I grabbed my tweezers to pluck away my “sin” hair. I decided to do a facial grooming since the sun was highlighting stray hairs that were revealing a hidden bearded lady begging to be set free. I was plucking away when it hit me…….”I am sitting in the Chic-fil-a drive thru? Right in front of the window at lunch rush hour? Right in front of the window where I ALWAYS seem to see people I know in our small town? How do you recover when your tweezers are precariously placed in your right nostril? I still don’t know. THINK BEFORE TWEEZING! Thanks for sharing today ~ I now blame Eve. ; ) Sweet application and love your heart! XO! Rebecca

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  4. Susie E says

    September 13, 2014 at 5:47 AM

    I so related to this post, you are spot on! I’ve tried to refer to those chin hairs as my misguided super power….the ability to grow eye brows on my chin. I will think about this every time I pluck them out, which is way more often than I would like to admit.

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  5. Anne Lorys says

    September 13, 2014 at 6:29 AM

    Welcome to my world! I gave up plucking and now just shave the suckers! 😉

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  6. jane@Jane@Bluebird1959 says

    September 13, 2014 at 7:20 AM

    Oh my gosh! This is the greatest!! I will never look at my chin (ok, I have two!)hair the same again. Thanks so much….you made my day. Jane

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  7. Anita says

    September 13, 2014 at 7:28 AM

    Thanks for that Vanessa!! Wisdom:-)

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  8. Sylvia says

    September 13, 2014 at 8:06 AM

    This is a keeper! Thank you for your wit and spiritual insight. Life as a believer is a daily recommitment…..just like using those silver tweezers each morning.

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  9. nana says

    September 13, 2014 at 8:32 AM

    I am still laughing but love the lesson behind it. God bless you for being a great teacher.

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  10. Jenny@EvolutionofStyle says

    September 13, 2014 at 8:42 AM

    Chin hairs are the bane of my existence right now! How is it that you can go to bed, chin hair free, and wake up with one that looks like it should be coming out of a witch’s wart?!? I hear you! Great post!

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  11. Mary Beth Scott says

    September 13, 2014 at 9:00 AM

    Yea, and Amen!!! Sisterhood of the Tweezers! 🙂

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  12. Sharon Rexroad's Bringing Creativity 2 Life says

    September 13, 2014 at 9:18 AM

    Love your thought process Vanessa — nearly as much as I hate my chin hairs. I do hope that Revlon tweezer was just for photography. If not, get thee to a store and invest in a Tweezerman slanted tweezer. Or four (one for home, one for the car, one for the purse, one for your travel bag). They are the creme de la creme in the tweezer world, grasp so much better than anything else I’ve tried, AND you can send them back for free sharpening (which is also why you buy more than one). I’ve had mine for years and haven’t needed the sharpening, but it’s good to know about. You can buy them at Beauty Supply stores but can occasionally find them at TJMaxx or Marshalls too.

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  13. Joanne Boulter says

    September 13, 2014 at 10:02 AM

    What a honest, lovely, fun post. Charming. Life is LOVERLY! Jo XX

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  14. Grandmom says

    September 13, 2014 at 10:30 AM

    What a wonderful post! My Mother had chin hairs so they’ll probably crop up on me; already dealing with a MUSTACHE that also only appears in the rear view mirror while I’m driving. My coping with that mustache is to periodically shave it…way too many fine hairs to tweeze. Just be sure to add moisturizer after that quick little shave.

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  15. Mary Sosa says

    September 13, 2014 at 12:24 PM

    Great post!
    Let’s not forget chin hairs ROOTS. I swear every time I pluck a chin hair, my eyeball gets sucked into the socket for a second while the ‘chin hair root’ clears it’s way out…HEE HEE

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  16. Claire @ A Little Claireification says

    September 13, 2014 at 1:56 PM

    Hahaha – I have one stubborn little guy that keeps coming back in the same spot and this made me laugh out loud. Tweezers in the car? Check.
    Love the lesson you wrapped in here sweet friend! xo

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  17. shelley says

    September 13, 2014 at 5:14 PM

    oh just wait….my chin and now lip hairs are starting to turn gray…..lovely…I think NOT….same with my vanishing eyebrows…fewer and fewer…and now turning gray….haven’t plucked those babies in years….me and the eyebrow pencil are fast friends…and still get pimples….almost 60 years old….aging isn’t for the faint of heart!!!

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  18. Jan Fusco says

    September 13, 2014 at 7:05 PM

    I share your pain sister!

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  19. Jane @ Cottage at the Crossroads says

    September 13, 2014 at 7:08 PM

    Oh my gosh! I just loved this post and I will have to look for those Tweezerman slanted tip tweezers that someone suggested. Have you ever had one of those hairs to grow inward and cause the biggest pimple that you’ve ever had in your life? Just like sin, it festers and hurts until all is forgiven. I think I caused it because I was subconsiously pushing on the hair. Won’t do that again!

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  20. Holly @ Coconutheadsurvivalguide says

    September 14, 2014 at 2:30 AM

    Dear Vanessa, it’s me, Holly. Oh where do I begin telling you how much I enjoyed this article and thank you for the memories! Very much the same teen angst here my friend! I am not only plagued with chin hairs, but they frequently become ingrown. Really? Really? Much insult to injury. I love your analogy and trust me, on my daily tweezing excursions, I will now be thinking about my sin. great article! Hugs, Holly

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  21. Donna says

    September 14, 2014 at 5:37 AM

    Love this article! I will never think of chin hairs the same again and it’s nice to be able to blame someone so I’ll blame Eve. Thanks for the insight.

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  22. Diane Lawrence says

    September 14, 2014 at 8:12 PM

    Vanessa-Glad I’m not the only one struggling with chin hair-and sin, Thankful for your honest,sweet and funny blog. Thankful for God’s patience and forgiveness.
    And for thankful for my tweezers!
    If I had to evacuate quickly for a fire or flood–I’d probably look for my tweezers FIRST, before grabbing family photos! 🙂

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  23. Susan says

    September 16, 2014 at 9:17 AM

    At fifty I noticed not only the weird chin hairs that feel like fishing line, but a couple sprouting from my neck and some crazy Albert Einstein hairs in my eyebrows. Like Rebecca, I keep the tweezers in the car at all times. It seems like the light there is just better than anywhere in my house and I have been known to pluck at stoplights or while waiting for a child. My favorite is when I think there are none and then I realize that I have a two-inch long hair on my neck that must have been there for WEEKS!! Why no one in my family is telling me I have no idea. Maybe they just don’t ever look at me!

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  24. Julie Annas says

    September 16, 2014 at 10:45 AM

    I have already told my daughter that when I get old and feeble to please pluck the black hairs off my face for me. She’s been given clear instructions!!

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  25. Laura Jo says

    September 1, 2015 at 3:38 AM

    “Thou shalt be cursed with chin hairs.” I almost spit out my coffee :D. Such a great post! Thank goodness for tweezers, lighted magnification mirrors and God’s grace!!

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