The noon hour is considered sacred time for rural Newfoundlanders. Business slows to a crawl, as most folks are at home having “me dinner”. I thought it would be a good time to buy paper towels on special at our local pharmacy/gambling casino.
There was only one lady waiting in line ! Nevertheless, it was a long wait, since the lady was making her purchase with a gift card, and my friend Lucy, the cashier, was trying, in great frustration, to figure out how much money the lady had on this card.
I deny being nosey, but I was fascinated and frightened by what the woman was purchasing. It was a set of very fancy press-on nails.
While waiting, I resisted the urge to tell the lady that those nails are toxic, and that she could injure her nails when she tried to remove them. I wanted to tell her that she could scare children and scratch people with those nails. I wanted to tell her that, as God’s creation, she was already precious and exquisitely beautiful .
But I said nothing, and silently prayed for her, and also for Lucy, who has arthritis and had been already standing at the cash register for almost three hours.
I am a guitarist, and thus , I must keep my finger nails very short. However, I do enjoy a touch of glamour out here by the sea. I wear the same shade of nail polish as Queen Elizabeth II. It is called ‘ballet slippers ‘, manufactured by ‘essie’ (yes, I googled it).
May the Lord allow us to see ourselves as magnificently beautiful in his eyes.