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March Madness - Day 18

Find your mojo!

I'm probably wrong but I think the one thing Logan enjoys most about her gymnastics competitions is that I always do her hair before the meet.

On a day to day basis, I do NOT do her hair. 😑

I dread doing her hair.

But not on meet days. On meet days, doing her hair is something I look forward to.

What can we do different today?
How can we secure the bun?
Braids or twists?

There's always a new challenge.

A challenge to come up with a style that is cute and secure, both at the same time.

It's a great day when we get confirmation from the teenager that the style selected was a good choice AND looks good. 😀

It's an even better day when the teenager asks for the same style in her own head. 😉

Oh but I digress.....

Hair on meet days has it's own process and time allotted to it. It must be RIGHT!

It reminds me of the power Samson received from his hair. In Judges 16:17b we read him say, "If my head were shaved, my strength would leave me, and I would become as weak as any other man."

From the time of his birth, there was something about his hair. A special connection between him and God. It was the thing that made him stand out from all others.

Many of us have something that sets us part. That thing that helps to boost our confidence. That thing that makes us powerful beyond measure.

Where does your power lie? 

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