Fingers and Toes …

Have you ever wondered why we women paint our nails? I do. I don’t paint them unless it’s summertime … when I show off my pretty feet. Yes, I must brag. My feet are pretty. They really are. Tanned and adorned with a pretty blueish red, they are stunning!

But here’s the thing. My nails don’t like the polish. I am sure I am not the only one with this problem; they turn a sickly yellow color, and it takes about a month in the fall, after removing all polish, to get my nails healthy and natural again. If we can land on the moon, and get to Mars, we ought to be able to make a nail polish that won’t ruin the color and health of women’s nails.

This brings me to hair dye, tattoos, face lifts, liposuction, and implants. As I age, I am coming to grips with the wiry curly white hairs that are making themselves quite comfortable on my head. I will be that old salt and pepper gray, that topped my parents’ sweet heads. My husband has the most gorgeous white hair … at least what I’m looking at when I see him is beautiful … oh all right … handsome.

I tried to dye my hair once; it turned it to straw; never again will I dye. I don’t like needles or vacuums …  so the others are out as well. However, if I could do something with my turkey neck … something absolutely painless … I might consider that. My husband says just wrap string around your ears and under your chin and pull tight … that would easily do the trick. I haven’t seen him do that, though.

Dear Lord, You created us all with beauty both inside and out; we have our own unique places where our beauty shines with the light of Your Love. You who made every flower, every mountain, every waterfall, every butterfly, everything that is, was, and will ever be, are the Magnificent Creator. Nothing we do can match what You gave us … inside and out.

Those challenged with physical, mental, or emotional set-backs I think are doubly blessed with what You gave in other strengths; remember Helen Keller; her life was a light that was never hidden under a bushel, but placed high for all to see and admire.

I am blessed beyond belief. Keep me humble, Lord, and thankful for the many natural strengths, characteristics, and gifts that are uniquely mine to share. May I continue to use my light to shine brightly; may I use what I have to grow and blossom, no matter what limitations I perceive. You have made me whole in so many wonderful ways. Bless You, Lord, for Your Love, Wisdom, and many Provisions. Amen

 

 

 

We try to achieve beauty by covering up all traces of age and end up looking like we tried to achieve youth by covering up all traces of beauty. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

 

What is really beautiful needs no adorning. We do not grind down the pearl upon a polishing stone. ~Sataka, quoted in Maturin M. Ballou, Edge-Tools of Speech, 1886

 

Certain flaws are necessary for the whole. It would seem strange if old friends lacked certain quirks. ~Goethe

 

Beauty… when you look into a woman’s eyes and see what is in her heart. ~Nate Dircks

 

What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn’t everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist. ~Pablo Picasso

 

With God there is bountiful beauty.

 

 

All Things Bright and Beautiful

Words: Ce­cil F. Al­ex­an­der 1848.

Music: Roy­al Oak, 17th Cen­tu­ry Eng­lish mel­o­dy; ar­ranged by Mar­tin F. Shaw, 1915

 

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

 

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

 

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

 

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

 

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

 

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one;

 

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

 

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows for our play,
The rushes by the water,
To gather every day;

 

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

 

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

 

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blossom

2 thoughts on “Fingers and Toes …”

  1. Thanks, Mel … you gottta laugh at life … I say if you need to do something … find a way to make it fun !!! Yes … I have to see if I can keep up with my Grandmother who passed in 2015 at the young age of 101 !!!

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