Skip to main content

Dreams of nail clippers


Have you ever tried to cut a two year olds fingernails? Its not the easiest task. My nephew Wes is called Wessy Messy for the obvious reason, that he is a mess! Into everything, not wanting to sit still, and of course finds a way to come back from swimming covered in mud. Just picturing trying to cut his nails makes me grin. Most young girls grow up wanting to paint their nails bright beautiful colors and try to avoid cutting their long nails.
So I find it somewhat strange that I somewhat envied those toddlers or girls that had to cut their nails shorter because I haven’t ever had my own nails cut that I can remember.

 I am a nail biter.

It stinks to have a habit like that. You can’t scratch backs, you hide your hands, and you feel stupid when you have your hand in your mouth chomping away. Ever since high-school I have tried to stop. I have had some successful attempts, but eventually they all get chewed off.
The past 3 months I have had fake nails on. I did this to hopefully break the habit of putting my nails in my mouth. Last week I anxiously took them off and was just so incredibly shocked to see nails…my real nails! Did I run to grab some pink nail polish? Nope, headed straight for the nail clippers. Of course I didn’t want to cut off my new found nails but I wanted the opportunity to actually cut my own nails. It was totally cool!
A week has passed and I still have long beautiful nails. This is encouraging but I am asking dad to continue to help me stay strong.
Bad habits are just a pain in the butt and can be very damaging. I have been told/ read that it is not good to have something in your life, other than the father, that controls you. For me, this was my first step to make that true in my life. I think there are habits as a culture we have taken on and things we do that we are not even aware that it controls us. That is scary. Technology, media, and eating are just a few. I challenge you to look at your life and see what areas you might give control back to the father ? Join me in my dream of nail clippers and a bad habit-free lifestyle!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Pick mine!!

Marry my daughter please. She is 25 and successful at her career. 5" 1' and 90 pounds. Smart, knows Chinese, English, Japanese, and German. Plays Violin, piano, and owns a car. Sound like a newspaper add? Its because it is. The paper and flyers you see here are from parents and grandparents trying to find their son and daughters spouses! These are people carefully picking their selections. I couldn't believe it....but what was crazy is that this went on throughout the whole park. I mean thousands of adds everywhere. I wasn't sure what I should think about it....but i found it very intriguing. How would you like for your parents to go the park every weekend to try to sell you to those who passed by?  
2 comments
Read more

New Home?

What to pack? If you have moved before you are aware of the excitement and stress that comes along with it! So far moving hasn't been the biggest stresser. I think what stresses me out is the fact that I am at my house but it no longer looks like or feels like home. The feeling of not having a comfort home is not a good one. I reminds me of a story one of my friends was telling me. It was about a missionary that was once asked about where her home was, since she moved all the time. She explained that through her time as a missionary the Father had shown her, this world never was suppose to be our home. That through moving over and over sharing the word she began to understand that meaning. Her home wasn't a present tangible place on the earth but it was in her heart and an eternal place. I really hope that one day my thought and heart would truly feel that! Packing: I have learned that I am extremely blessed to have material things and friends and family to help! I have l...
1 comment
Read more

Angry Birds

The night began with J and I heading to Starbucks.He was meeting his bud and I was just going to enjoy the nice weather and improve my angry bird skills. You know that feeling you get when someone is watching you..I was feeling it pretty heavy. It may have been the breath of the Chinese kid over my shoulder or the nice sound affects he was making, but needless to say I was being watched. As I continued to pass levels, the noises got closer and closer until a chair was pulled up right next to me. I offered him to play, but he politely refused...the first time. The second time, he jumped at the offer. We instantly became friends. With the very little Chinese I know, we managed to play against and laugh at each other. He told me his name, age, and taught me the word for bomb. For an hour and a half I was able to make a friend without either one of us being able to speak to one another...all because of a popular game and probably because of my amazing angry bird skills! lol What a cool fee...
1 comment
Read more