Where Oh Where Is My Hair

It is true that I don't pay attention to many things in life. I guess I'm just too busy to notice everything.

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage always asks me why I'm not paying attention. To keep engaged in that argument, I say, "I'm too poor to pay attention. Could I borrow $0.25 from you?"

I have yet to get that $0.25. But it is true, I don't pay attention.

It all started when I was in grade school. I had a hard time paying attention to my teacher. I don't remember how many times I was sent to the principal's office for this very thing.

Believe me, I have tried to pay attention throughout life, but it has been very difficult for me. I'm too poor to pay attention, and as I get older, the poorer I get.

All of this came to a head the other day when I walked into the bathroom to shave, brush my teeth and comb my hair. When I was combing my hair, I noticed there wasn't much hair to comb. The less hair I have, the longer it takes me to comb my hair. I wish I could explain that.

It then dawned on me that I was going bald. I then remembered my uncle who was very bald and explained it by saying, "Grass does not grow on a busy street."

I'm beginning to understand what he meant. According to his definition, my head has been very busy the last few months. I'm just not sure what it's been busy doing.

Being bald has made me think that maybe I should start wearing a hat. That might cover up some of the bald spots.

Last week I was going to go to the barber. I told The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, "I'm going to my barber to get a haircut."

Just as I was walking out the door, she replied by saying, "Have you decided which hair you're going to get cut this week?"

As I closed the door, I heard her laughing, but I wasn't laughing on my side of the door.

When I came back from my barber The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage greeted me and said, "Did the barber cut the right hair?" And then she laughed as though it was something funny!

Pondering this, I was trying to find the answer to a straightforward question: Where did all my hair go? And, what scared it away?

What provokes me is, why does the hair on my face continue to grow while the hair on the top of my head has retired? Why can't I turn it around? Then I wouldn't have to shave every day.

When I was at my barbershop, I was tempted to ask if there was anything I could do to replace what had vanished on the top of my head that. Then, I didn't think it was a proper question to ask the barber.

I've tried a lot of things to cover up that bald spot on the top. I try to comb the hair from the side of my head up and over the top. That did not work at all. No matter what I did, nothing fixed that problem.

The good thing about being bald is I only see it when looking in the mirror. The only ones who see it are those whom I meet with during the day.

I then had another thought stomped through my brain. Why is it that men go bald but most women do not? I was tempted to ask The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, but then I thought she might answer this question in a way that would not make me too happy.

The more I keep The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage off the top of my head and the missing hair, the happier I'm going to be. Believe me, she can fix anything. I was afraid she would fix me, but I would not be happy with the fix.

Sometimes it's better to keep quiet about something. When you start asking questions, especially with The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, you often get answers, and most of them aren't the ones you want to hear at the time. I have learned that silence is the best music to listen to, especially if you're married.

I wish I knew where my hair went so I could retrieve it and put it back where it belongs. Until then, I'm going to have to live with less hair on the top of my head.

I wished that having less hair on the top of my head would mean I wouldn't have to comb it as much. Regardless of the hair on the top of my head or the lack thereof, combing my hair is quite a job in the morning.

In my devotional reading I read a verse from Galatians 1:10, “For do I now persuade men, or God? or do I seek to please men? for if I yet pleased men, I should not be the servant of Christ.”

Thinking on this verse reminded me that sometimes I am more concerned about what people think about my looks. Rather, I should be more concerned about what God thinks of me. Am I living a life that pleases Him?

When that is my daily focus, it does not matter about my hair or lack thereof.