The Day That My Hair Caught Fire

It was a day like any other, except for the fact that it was Christmas!

Remember how I told you in my last post that we had a magnificent day?

We did!

I woke early, excited about what the day would hold.  The house was quiet.  I felt rested.  And most importantly, I was having a good hair day.  🙂

I may stay in my pajamas for the entire day, but every Christmas I cross my fingers that my hair will cooperate.  You want your hair to look good in the pictures documenting this day full of meaningful and special memories.  Am I right?

As I finished styling my hair I was excited to see it was a success, so moving as slowly as I could I bent down to retrieve my hairspray under my counter to cement it in place.  I don’t always spray my hair, but on this day I didn’t want to take any chances.  Hair sprayed, check.  Time to move on to more important tasks, like getting our standing rib roast in the oven and making sure that the kids stayed sequestered upstairs until we were ready to start the fun!

Before calling the kids down I quickly ran back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and decided another round of hairspray wouldn’t hurt….and just one more for good measure.

This is prior to the “incident”.


As well as this traditional Christmas morning picture.


After opening stockings filled with football cards, play jewelry (I’m sure you can figure out who got what), and candy, it was time to make Monkey Bread.  Every year while the kids are playing with the gifts from their stocking they each get a turn helping me shake the biscuit dough with the cinammon and sugar mixture so that we can get our Christmas breakfast in the oven.

With Monkey Bread baking away we had time for a few more presents while we were waiting, which is why I got the above picture before we lit the dangerous fire.  Okay, so the “dangerous fire” was the flickering flames from our advent candles, but anytime there is fire it can be dangerous, as I now know.

Every Christmas, while we eat our yummy, scrumptious, to-die-for Monkey Bread we gather around our Advent Wreath to light our final candle, the Christ candle, and to listen as Andy reads about the birth of Jesus.


As I was listening, I realized that Ellis, who was sitting across from me, needed help cutting her bread.  I didn’t want her to miss out, so without a second thought I stood up and leaned across the table and poof…

My hair was on fire!

Remember all of that hairspray I had been applying?  I am convinced it acted as an accelerant to make my hair more flammable.

The flame lasted for about 1.2 seconds as I immediately began slapping myself in the head to put out the fire.  Everyone looked at me as if I was crazy as I said in a panicked voice, “My hair’s on fire!”  So my dad, who was sitting next to me, hit me on the side of the head too for good measure.  How everyone at the table missed this I don’t know, but my dad commented, “Your hair is smoking.”  So at least I had proof, along with ashes on the table and the noxious smell of burning hair.

Andy and I went to the bathroom and I leaned over the sink so that we could pull and shake out some of the dead hair.

It sounds bad, but its really not.  I have a lot of hair, which easily covers any evidence of a fire mishap, and because of my quick thinking to swat myself on the side of the head, no one can even see that my hair had a Christmas calamity.


See!  It’s not so bad.  I do have a hair appointment (that was already scheduled) tomorrow, and I’m curious if my hair dresser will notice.  She is pretty blunt.  At my last appointment she said, “Those roots sure aren’t doing you any favors.”  Hey, I appreciate that she’s honest.

I mentioned in my last post that some lessons were learned on Christmas day and this was one of them.

I could reference being the light of the world or how we shouldn’t light a lamp and hide it under a bushel…No!  Now I’m singing This Little Light of Mine.  Is anyone else doing that right now?

As I reflected on our Christmas Day, and laughed at myself for igniting my hair on fire, what spoke to me is that often times I am close to danger and don’t even realize it.

I allow myself to partake in activities and develop habits that appear seemingly innocent, but little by little they overtake an area of my life that isn’t beneficial for me.  Even now, as I consider some of them, they don’t seem that unacceptable, but I realize that they steal some of who I am and who I believe God intends for me to be.

As I desire to be real and transparent, I’ll share an example.

The last few years I have discovered I love to work out!  It’s not necessarily because of the actual activity of lifting weights and barely catching my breath on the cardio machines, but because I enjoy feeling healthier and having some time for myself.  With the time pressure each day of starting school with the kids, I have found that the most advantageous time to workout is early in the morning, and by early I mean walking through the gym doors at 5:30 early.  What I’ve realized is that I can’t do it all.  I can’t go to the gym early every morning, find time to get into the Bible for more than a short devotional, and have the energy to keep up with the kids without hitting an afternoon brick wall.  So, I prayed about it, and realized that to have balance in my life it was necessary to set some boundaries.  I am committed to cutting back on my “before the sun rises” gym visits.  Andy and I discussed it and I shared my thoughts with him and came up with, what we both believe is a doable schedule.  Although Andy is on vacation this week and I was tempted to go to the gym after sleeping in a little I had already committed to having today as an off day and I had to tell myself several times to Choose What is Better.

There are other dangers that I have allowed to creep into my life and honestly I know it’s time to sit down and re-evaluate what I’ve invited into my life, but in the mean time I’m going to continue spending time in His Word and talking with Him so that He can direct my actions and my days.  I want to have a softened heart so that I am willing to be redirected towards things of Him.  Things that draw me into a more joy filled and abundant life.

Are there dangers in your life?  Maybe you’re not even aware of them.  Maybe they’ve crept into your life, like they did in mine, with little awareness.  If so, bring them before the Lord and ask Him to remove the desire to participate in that area.

A few years ago, I kept having this nudging in my spirit that I needed to stop watching a particular show.  The problem was THIS WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHOWS!!!  I had watched every single season, and when I knew it was on my DVR I couldn’t wait to find time to watch it.  So I decided to pray about it.  I did not believe it would make a difference.  I knew I loved this program too much!  The next season rolled around and I didn’t watch the first episode and then the following week I didn’t watch again.  Before I knew it the desire for my beloved show had completely vanished.  When I saw commercials it did nothing to draw me back in.  On the other side of that obsession I can say without reservation, “Thank you Lord.”

Our dangers don’t necessarily have to be embarrassing or secretive.  Danger can even come from seemingly innocent things if they serve to draw you away from the Lord and the life He desires for you to live.

As the New Year is upon us, choose to walk away from dangers and immerse yourself in the pure goodness of what the Lord has gifted you with.

It might be your spouse, your kids, your job, your friends, your hopes, your dreams, your passions, your ministry, your…. fill in the blank.

Walk away, and walk towards Him.

Oh, and if we run into one another feel free to laugh at me about my hair catching on fire, because I still am.


2 thoughts on “The Day That My Hair Caught Fire

  1. Great stuff Kristen! You tell a great story with a moral tied to the end of it! Loved it! Remember that “good” is the enemy of “great”. Have a wonderful New Year!!


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