Pedicures, manicures, facials, massages, you name it, they are things that make us feel special. Beautiful. They are the treatments that we “deserve” after a long week at work or something to just make us feel better.
In the past, I have been one to have a standing appointment with Rachel, my nail lady. Every two weeks, pink and white fill and a pedicure. Once a month, new set of nails. Expensive? Yes! Time consuming? Yes! Especially since I have to drive 45 mins just to get to the salon. Whew! Dedication isn’t it?
But why? To feel beautiful. It’s amazing to me how a new set of nails and pretty toes can change the outlook of my mindset.
However last fall I stopped getting my nails done. Nails and farming don’t go we’ll together. But my toes continued to be pampered, but not as often. That is one thing about me, nails may not be polished, but my toes will always have color.
BUT WAIT! The pampering came in the form of me slapping some polish on over the remaining chipped polish from previous visits with Rachel. So not pretty!
SOOOOO, finally this weekend I broke out the polish remover and cotton balls and removed 4 layers of polish. My toes are a little stained from the colors…Imagine that? I can’t decide if they are orange or red.
I wanted the staining to fade before I suffocated my nail beds with polish once again, I resisted and haven’t “picked a color” yet.
I am not used to the nakedness my toes are feeling. Definitely don’t want to wear the ole’ flip flops in public. I guess I should say though…my nails are short, clean and presentable, cuticles trimmed, just not polished.
Uh oh! I need to go to the store. Do I wear flip flops? It’s so pretty outside and I hate shoes, but my toes aren’t pretty. Maybe I will just wear my boots. I don’t want to wear my boots because they require socks and it’s too hot for all those clothes!
Seriously…this is a conversation I had with myself…TODAY! And as I look back and read the statements about my toes not being “pretty” makes me sad. God thinks they are perfect! He made them…so they are perfect.
And then it hits me! “If somebody judges me because I don’t have my toes painted that is their problem! THEY DON’T KNOW ME!”
I am a good person, who likes to feel put together. I’m smart and definitely not lazy. I care about my appearance and want to make a good impression. Quietly I hear God’s Holy Spirit, “that is outwardly appearances Kaaren.”
And then scripture comes to my mind, “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears The Lord is to be praised.” Psalm 31:30
Well I’m fearful…not afraid of scared, but reverential fear. Corrected by my Daddy in heaven.
Suddenly, my heart softened to all of the people I cross paths with daily. I place judgment all the time based on different things. Their clothing, their hairstyle, their actions, their words, their lack of motivation, their excuses, their job, their home, their nationality, their political views, their abilities…everything! You name it…I’ve judged them. Not always in a bad way, but judged.
Maybe the better wording is….COMPARED MYSELF TO!!! That’s it!
But I don’t mean to! I don’t want to!
I DON’T KNOW THEM! How unfair of me! Maybe that 30 minute moment in the restaurant when my waitress isn’t as attentive as I would like her to be is because her child is in the hospital sick and she can’t be by her child’s side because the bills keep comin’.
Maybe the boss is more critical of work because his wife just told him she is leaving him for someone else that doesn’t spend so much time in the office and all she wants is happiness.
Maybe the cashier at the discount store is having trouble today because she just placed a parent in a nursing home because her and her family can no longer care for them.
Maybe that child in your classroom acts out because that is the only attention he can get because his parents are addicts who would rather spend grocery money on their “next fix”.
We don’t know why people behave the way they do. It isn’t our responsibility to judge, but to love. As difficult as it can be we must not turn our noses up to those who are different than us. We can’t compare ourselves to anyone! OUR LIVES, ARE OUR LIVES! No one else lives every moment in our shoes.
If they are lost, we need to share God’s word with them. If they need prayer, then pray for them. If its direction and guidance, be an example for them. You may never get a thank you or even an acknowledgment that you made a difference, but God sees all things and you will make a difference in His kingdom.
Be a blessing and you will be blessed!
Have a great week!
And we know that ALL THINGS
Work together for good to
those who love God, to
those who are called according
to His purpose.