I love my cowlick. Do you?

I love my cowlick. I got mine from my mother who got her's from her mother, and my son got his cowlick from me. His is much cuter of course. My cowlick puts me in some pretty great company.

Photo Credit: http://wonderopolis.org/wonder/what-is-a-cowlick/

I try hard every morning to blow dry, straighten, and tease that cowlick into submission. I spend about 20 minutes performing the same ritual every day just to have that cowlick show up a few hours afterward. It's nothing too obvious. It has nothing on Alfalfa's mop; it's just always there. I'll never tame it. It has a mind of its own. But, I love it.

I love it because God gave it to me. The bible says that we are 'fearfully and wonderfully made,' (Psalm 139:14) There is no clause to that verse saying 'except for cowlicks' or 'except for gapped teeth' or 'except for big ears.' There is no exception. Our whole selves were specially made by The Great Craftsman for a specific purpose; there is no benefit in dwelling on characteristics that society tells us are flaws. My son may one day learn to dislike, maybe even hate, his cowlick. I want him to know that he is made exactly how God intended...cowlick and all. Everything on his body was placed there by his Designer, and everything has it's own purpose. I will tell him this. I pray that he'll understand. As he sleeps in my arms, I pray that that adorable swirl (or any other perfect part of his little body) never bothers him or makes him self-conscious. 

I spent too many years criticizing my body. Criticizing what I believed were flaws on the body God created just for me. I don't want that for my children. I don't want that for anyone. So, I pray for you. I pray you'll learn that your 'flaws' are not really flaws at all. Your 'flaws' add character. They are beautiful.  They are what makes you unique. They are part of you and you are fearfully and wonderfully made.

Whatever your cowlick is, love it. It is beautiful, and so are you.

I love my cowlick. Do you?

Be blessed!