I was grocery shopping today and as I loaded the bags into the car, I broke a fingernail. I wasn’t too upset. My nails are natural and I keep them short and, well, I haven’t really given them much attention lately. There was a time where I had those fake nails and I loved how they looked. Always colorful and long and even. Maintenance required a trip to the manicurist who fixed the flaws, cleaned them up, and put a brand new polish of my choice. There was also a time when I was working full time with only one child where Iwent to the manicurist and she would clean up, shape, buff, and polish my natural nails for me. Ahh, remembering those days of pampering….Now I just keep them natural and kind of neglect them. Okay, so when they start to grow too long and start breaking I do sit down with some cream, the buffer and file and shape and clean them up, but I am not very consistent with their care.
Thinking about my nails I realized that they were a good example of my spiritual life and growth. If I have someone there coaching me along and walking beside me, I grow stronger and longer in my spirituality. Through Bible studies and women’s groups and Sunday service, I am consistent in the care of my spiritual growth. However, even as I take the care if I grow too fast without a strong enough foundation or support, I may find I break or relapse.
There is some sort of careful balance. I need to give special attention to my spiritual growth or it like my nails can break from not enough grooming or break from neglect.
Just thinking….
Christy
