painted.

bianca paints her nails everyday.  maybe twice a day.  three times

on the really great days.  i bet there are epic days in her mind, too, that i don't even realize 

that she's painted them 17 times. she likes to do it herself and she's pretty darn good

at it.  when she does ask me, i try very hard to stop and take the 

60 seconds that it takes to paint her tiny nails.

i may not do it the way i would want to--remove all the old polish, 

file them & apply 2 coats with a clear top coat--but she doesn't care.

she's 4 and she just wants her nails painted.

i do it without sighing and without excuses because i've done those and what

do they say?  they say that she's less important or annoying or anything 

except what she is. she is God's workmanship and the last thing i want to 

do is squash her spirit--even about something that may seem trivial.

i type this to remind myself.  this doesn't come easy for me some days.  

i'm trying to be more intentional about it with each person

in my life because i want them to see a bit of God's love in me.  

He never tires of my requests and delights in me.

He gently leads and loves me exactly as i am.

He always has time and loves extravagantly.  

i want to love like that.

For we are his workmanship, having been created in Christ Jesus

for good works that God prepared beforehand so we may do them.

Ephesians 2.10