Is the ability to paint my nails a gift given to me by God? I’m not creative in many ways, but I am when it comes to painting nails. I have a steady hand when I’m painting my nails but wouldn’t say I’m the least clumsy person to ever walk the planet. It seems to me that this is a strange gift I have been given. But yet, I do sense that it is a gift. I enjoy it, it relaxes me, and people think I’m good at it. So now I must figure out how to use it. For now, I would like to start posting pictures of the designs I paint each week.
Because I want a record of what little creative juices I can squeeze out of me.
Because I hope that this gift will lead to acts of service.
Because I think a seemingly useless or even vain activity can be used for more than just that.
Because I can.
The manicure I gave myself for our wedding in June.
Okay, these ones are stick-on. They only lasted a few days as I hated the feel of them.
This was for Easter. Do you see the Easter egg design?
Saint Patrick’s Day
You might have guessed that I work at a school?
It was a rainy, snowy week…
I think this was for Valentine’s Day. Looks pretty Eastery, though.