Tozer and a Face Wax

Feb 1, 2013

The only redeeming value to the story I’m about to share with you was knowing I got to share this story with you. And thus begins the story of the worst grooming decision I’ve made to date.

All I wanted was a pedicure. Yes it’s “winter” and technically no one sees my narsty toes. But I see them and it makes my mommy heart happy to see pretty colored toenails. So when Bruce offered to stay with the boys so I could get out of the house for a couple hours, I slipped on my flip-flops and ran to the nearest nail salon.

The experience was going just as I hoped. With ear buds in place I listened to lofty music letting the massaging chair knead away any “baby on my left hip” knots. The girl next to me flipped through the latest InStyle magazine, while I cracked open “Knowledge of the Holy” by A.W. Tozer. (I’m weird.)

Halfway through my pedicurist, “Lydia”, asked if I wanted the paraffin leg wax. Wisely I asked how much it would cost… five dollars extra. I told her “no, thank you.” She persisted and so in my typical people pleasing ways, I explained why…”no, that’s okay. It’s winter and no one really sees my legs.”

Appeased with my reasoning on the seasonal use of paraffin wax, she continued with the pedicure while I tweeted the following:

“The man who comes to a right belief about God is relieved of ten thousand temporal problems.”             -A.W. Tozer

As I sat getting my feet massaged the world all made sense with His words. He captured the essence of being God-centered. In order to not be swayed away by the mundane in life, one only needs to focus on the right belief of God.  Oh Tozer, you are one smart guy.

Then with the skill of a surgeon the pedicurist slid flip-flops back on my feet. I looked up as she gestured towards her eyebrows and asked, “Would you like to get your (pointing to eyebrows) wax?”

Self-consciously I brushed my own eyebrows, considering what was being implied. Apparently I had walked around with caterpillars for eyebrows and never been told.

I mean, I had glanced in the mirror while hastily putting on my makeup and noticed a stray hair in need of a pluck. I do own tweezers, but there usually isn’t time for such frivolity.

Given my uni-brow status and the money I’d saved not getting the $5 paraffin wax, I made my first mistake by saying, “Okay let’s do it.”

Immediately she led me back to a little room. A bright floral patterned sheet covered a bed of some sort to which she gestured for me to lie down. After examining my horrific hair situation through a giant magnifying glass, she gestured to my upper lip and asked in broken English if I wanted to get it waxed as well.

Seriously? Have I been walking around like a Neanderthal and no one has mentioned it?

Here I made my second major mistake.

So I nodded “yes” let’s do the lip while we’re here and you’ve got the wax. And I thought, “How nice for her to consider my facial needs and offer to wax my lip for free?” (Public Service Announcement: “nothing in life is free”).

Well, everything went downhill from there. After the upper lip waxing she continued and waxed. my. chin.  Before I knew what was happening, she tilted my head to the right and slathered hot wax on the left side of my face… quickly placed the strip of cloth on top of my cheek and RIPPPP! Searing pain.

I would have walked out right then, but how could I with only half a face wax?

So more ripping and burning. My entire face was on fire.

I was bamboozled. 

Finally she released me to greet a room full of women with my bright red clown face. To add insult to injury when I checked out I discovered my little torture session cost  $30!!!

My face hurt. My pride hurt. My wallet hurt.

Now I got to face my husband and admit to handling our money poorly…not that he would make me feel bad mind you (When I told him the story he responded with, “Well, I have been calling you Zach Gallifinakis behind your back.”…thanks honey.).

As I dealt with a bad rash on my face and relived my teenage pimply angst, I couldn’t help but think about that Tozer quote…temporal problems removed with the right belief of God. 

You can’t get more temporal and shallow than a botched face wax.

What did this problem reveal? My continued struggle with worrying about what people think.

Yes, God loves me no matter how much hair is on my face or how blotchy it is after attempting to remove my apparent beard. Do I really believe He loves me no matter what? 

Nope. All I cared about was covering up the bumps with layers and layers of makeup. Searching for the perfect lotion to heal my face as quickly as possible…

So I’m putting this puzzle back in your hands.

How we handle these little “bumps” in life, if our reaction reveals our deepest beliefs about God? How do you stay God-centered when you get bamboozled into a full face wax?

(Pst…and also feel free to share any moments you have made similar unwise grooming decisions.)


  1. John Price


    LOL, Really, laughed OUT loud!

    Yes, after many years of pleading I allowed your Mom to buy moi a pedicure. I didn’t mind being the only guy in a foo-foo Costa Rican salon. I did mind that a day after I got home I had caught athlete’s foot from the foot bath. Yuck!

    Love ya.


    • GodCenteredMom

      thanks pops. So sorry to hear about the yucky feet situation. Definitely a downside to the foot pampering…you wouldn’t think that would happen at a nice salon. thanks for the constant encouragement (and for helping me see the “funny” side of life).

  2. Marcy

    I am so glad that you continue to share in a real and transparent way… so encourages me! I have never been talked into a full face wax….but often talked into a myriad of other things that I don’t really need because someone makes my ‘need’ apparent in a moment (think shopping for a top and leaving with an outfit…getting a haircut….and 2 hrs later emerging with foils…..).

    • GodCenteredMom

      Oh yes the shopping for clothes “upsale”. Good stuff. Maybe the face wax scenario will be a physical reminder to just. say. no.

  3. alice

    Heather, your face is so SMOOTH!

    My dermatologist told me once that I needed to have broken capillaries in my face repaired with a series of laser treatments. I obliged since she is a medical professional. When I arrived the first treatment, the nurse made a mistake and did the first treatment on one of the higher levels. Instead of having a sunburnt face like I should have for a couple of days, I had these red and white bar marks. It looked a robot slapped me. It stayed like that for a month until I went back for the second treatment.

    • GodCenteredMom

      Ha! Thanks amazing what removing two or three layers of skin will do. One of my fears is the urban legend that the hair will grow back thicker and darker…which would then lead to an endless cycle of face waxing, which I am not prepared to endure. So when you see me in two weeks, I may bring along my electric razor. (your dermatology story…wow! I can picture the robot-slap marks…sister. I’m so sorry).

  4. Meaghan Jackson

    Oh my goodness I laughed so hard! I haven’t got a story like yours but I am so easily influenced by what people tell me because I want to please everyone. I’m learning to say no and mean it now, especially hard with family. Bless you for being so transparent and sharing.

    • GodCenteredMom

      Oh it is sooooo hard to say no…and mean it. Sometimes I’ll say no and my voice gives away that it’s really a “maybe”. Thanks for your encouragement. Have a great weekend!

  5. joyceandnorm

    Ouch! The only thing I’ve had done at a spa/salon are mani/pedi for my wedding and my sister’s wedding. That is all. I was tempted to do the brows once, but yikes! :p It is hard to say no sometimes…I always end up buying stuff from people when they ask. Grrr!

  6. shannonclark

    Ooh, I’ve had lots of similar experiences. That’s how I know that GOD has a sense of humor. Either I haven’t learned my lesson to stay GOD-centered or HE’s trying to get me to loosen up (Ha! Ha!).

  7. Melanie

    I totally laughed out loud, only because I can totally relate… This hit home in many ways… Thank you for sharing, as I’m sure it can’t be easy to share an embarrassing experience 😉 you have spoken to me many a times in your writings 🙂 kudos to you mama! You were able to share a not so great experience & turn it into a learning lesson with possibly a few chuckles here & there… No better way when dealing with a situation that could really turn all negative and get you down…. Keep up the awesome work… Love reading all your blogs

    • GodCenteredMom

      thank you for your encouragement melanie! And I’m very thankful the experience ended in laughs…trying not to take life too seriously.

  8. melissadsc

    I have done the eyebrow wax thing one time and that was for my wedding. I was paranoid afterwards that the bumps would not be gone in time for the wedding, I had no idea that happened after being waxed! I have a low pain tolerance so if I am really desperate, I will take those little tiny scissors you get in a manicure set and try and get at close to the skin without grabbing the skin to try and cut the hair on my eyebrow as short as possible, Ha….like it doesn’t scare you enough seeing a pair of scissors coming towards your eye!!!

  9. MeaghanM

    How did it end up growing back in? Did you have to continue to keep doing it?

    • Heather MacFadyen

      ha! well, I don’t know if it grew back in thicker but I’m definitely aware of hair on my face, whereas I spent my life up to that point, oblivious. Despite knowing the hair is there, I refuse to experience that every again! thanks for checking back in. 😉

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