Back in June of '10 I posted a picture of my nails. My nasty nails. I've prayed for years that I would stop picking them. And somehow in mid-October, it happened. I stopped. I realized it hurt to pick them and I was tired of hurting myself.
Some days I wonder if it has anything to do with increasing my B-12 intake. My B-12 numbers have always been low and in mid August, I decided to work on them. When they were checked last, they were in the 800's - higher than ever.
Whether God divinely touched me or God and high levels of B-12 calmed my non-stop picking, I'm amazed. I have nails. Ten of them. My cry was heard. After years of bloody cuticles, my nails look healthy and whole.
I still have a list of unanswered prayers - many that seem more important than whether my nails are long or short. But when I look at my white tips, I'm reminded that no matter what's on that list, my God will take care of it in His time, in His way.
As the holidays approached and Don and I haggled over how to manage our blended families, I got this crazy idea to host the meals at our home. I'd never hosted a Thanksgiving meal, turkey and all, just like I'd never grown long nails.
We worked together all day Wednesday so we could serve both a breakfast and a mid afternoon lunch on Thursday. I was tired, as in spastic leg tired. But we did it.
We gave thanks with Catherine and Hazel and their families at breakfast...
And with another round of family at lunch...
I rested in my PJ's all day Saturday so I could sing with our worship team on Sunday. Our church, Sanctuary, worships around a stage that represents the throne of God. Having not sung on a worship team in over seven years (until two weeks ago!), it feels like I'm living another first when I stand to sing.
Nails, turkey, and worship in the round all reminded me that He has His ways. He has His timing. And as we trust and walk with faith, transformation comes. Sometimes with a loud clang, but most often with a gentle whisper... and broken nails grow.
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