Today I got a pedicure. It was in this sketchy hole in the wall place in Antigua. The place wasn’t very nice and in all honesty my pedicure really didn’t look that great. But it made me feel so much better. I felt relaxed and like my feet finally didn’t show all the dirt I’ve been walking through.
But then about an hour later I tripped and fell down a hill, ruining my freshly polished toes. The paint chipped off, I scraped my ankle, and my favorite jeans were covered in brown dirt. Even though it hurt and I was sad my toes were ruined, I got up, laughed, brushed myself off, and kept going on my journey.
In a lot of ways that’s how I feel with my walk with the Lord. I catch myself trying to cover up the messy parts of my life in fear of people knowing I don’t have it all together. Sometimes, I even catch myself trying to hide the messy things from God, which is silly and impossible.
But what I’ve come to realize is that those hard, messy, broken pieces of my life are still beautiful. They are a part of my imperfect journey and the Lord can use them in incredible ways. They are pieces of my story that can encourage others and bring others closer to Him. And although sometimes they can be painful and knock me down, I have to get back up, brush it off, and keep my eyes on God. I have to keep pursuing Him, trusting Him, and following the journey he puts before me. No matter how many times I fall and my feet get scuffed up, I will still continue to choose the Lord (and get pedicures).
Joyfully His,
Liz
