Serenity

This morning I was imagining a lovely character. A seven year old girl who meticulously cleans her room everyday, making sure each nick nack is exactly in its place. a very simple character trait but it suited my fancy for the morning. So as I was driving up the uncommonly steep hill going to school, i saw a hot air balloon in the distance. It was softly grazing the clouds and slowly rolling past the mountains. I couldn't help but to imagine my character riding ecstatically in the wicker basket, completely unaware of the world. Naturally, (i thought to myself) one would be if they started the morning off soaring with the birds, in the quiet serenity of the vast expansion of sky.

It Starts with a Nail Specialist and Ends with a Stirred Heart

Tonight I am feeling mostly drained and exhausted, but slightly inspired.

 Every time I get my nails done the procedure is pretty much the same. I walk in, pick a color, sit at a chair, and wait while an Asian lady pulls, paints, and polishes for a grand total of about 20 minutes with a minimum of about 10 words spoken. From my perspective getting my nails done has never been an extremely personable encounter.

This last week I visited a very dear friend of mine and we decided to spoil ourselves by getting our nails done. The whole endeavor lasted for about an hour and in the end completely changed me.

It starts with a nail lady and ends with a stirred heart. Like most human beings with social skills me and the nail lady began to get more acquainted with each other and in doing so realized that she was much like me when she was young. In a nut shell: ambitious, religious, and completely broke. She went to a community college and there she met her first husband. She, like most of the female population at 18, was naive and unknowingly married a man with a severe porn addiction. She described to me her complete fear on her honeymoon and how she longed to call her mother in those dark hours and make everything better. But her husband took matters into his own hands and told her, that she must submit to him and her body was now his property.

Little did she know that the man she had faithfully vowed her love and trust to, chained her to his addiction and pain. He took her beauty and called it a porno and after ten years of bondage,  he almost killed her during intimacy. In that moment of terror, she said the devil appeared to her and said "I will kill you." That was the last straw and she took her two children and left him. She is now 39 and says she wonders what would have happened if she waited for the man that God had planned for her.

I have written and erased this paragraph about 50 million times... But all i want to say is that God has the perfect man for me, and i don't plan on missing him. I must admit that i firmly believe that the world will end in my lifetime and sometimes i imagine me and him watching the Lord spring forth from a sky filled with brilliant hues of gold. Smiling together and reveling like children at the feet of the Lord. And that's not just what he wants for me, but for every woman. We are not slaves. We are children of God.