Beautiful

So I have this amazing job that I am able to make people feel beautiful, young, sexy and confident. It truely is wonderful to be able to do this day in and day out. These are two of my clients that now have hair extensions. This is real human hair that can be styled however they wish, that is bonded to the client's hair and lasts up to 5 months. This, so far has proven itself to do so. The extensions look so real that it is fairly hard to tell when someone has had the service done. As you can see from these before and after photos, the expressions on these women's faces in the after photo looks so much happier and younger and like they are ready to go and meet with the world. This started me thinking...

The bible tells us to take care of our bodies to use them as vessels for the glory of God. To not abuse the bodies that God has given us by eating too much(glutany) and being lazy unlike Jesus was. And I think about myself....

I started running back in October and made a promise to God that I would take more care of myself and prayed that he would help me stay on track and be healthier. Since then I put some worship music on my ipod and it's one of my times to meet with God and be challanged by him in yet another way. Because I have asked God to be my partner in this I feel great, I think look a touch better and mentally am healthier and closer in my relationship with God. And now a week from today I am attempting to run a half marathon, 13.1 miles. (yikes! pray for me please!)

I guess my point is, does this apply at all to our outward appearance? Is it wrong for me to feel better about myself when my nails are painted? Or my hair is styled nicely? Because I do! I think the trouble may just be when we start putting these worldly, material things before God.

First Attempt

This past fall was my first try at gardening. I was told that planting bulbs was the easiest thing you could do. Dad came over on a beautiful day in September, we read the directions on the box of tulips and hyacinths and began to dig. Dad did one side of the fence, while I did the other and we met in the middle. Not too hard of a job I thought and all winter long I kept my fingers crossed in anticipation. They started to peek their little heads out about a month ago, and this is how they look today.

Beautiful...I know. Although the side that I planted didn't do so well. The last picture is my end. Only weeds and debris. Dad says maybe there were chemicals spilled over there or something. I think he's just trying to make me feel better. Oh well, I still love looking outside at my beautiful little garden.