The Best Medicine.

Saturday night while planning my outfit for Sunday, I realized I could coordinate my clothes to match my nails, which were gold glitter with black. And I realized that if I just had gold eye shadow, my look would be complete, and only the lack of a 24-hour drug store kept me from stampeding to town to fill my emergency glamour needs.

Weird?

Flaky?

Frivolous?

I’d like to think I’m a deep & profound thinker. A font of wisdom and maturity, gracefully gliding through my thirty-sixth year. But these last few months have been more about nail polish and turquoise eyeliner than carving a legacy.

And yet I feel no guilt.

I love to laugh, so if posting a photo of myself talking on a banana perks up my Facebook page, it’s going on my profile. Silly limericks light up poetry class in our homeschool sessions, and we just might blast music and peer out the window to see if the cat is prompted to dance. It’s far easier to build closeness with spouse, children and friends through laughter than through endless sessions of “what do you really think?” My husband and children are happy when I am; talk about successful homemaking!

And this immature infatuation with bright coloured makeups isn’t so immature when I consider that it’s really just my love of colour flowing out from my artistic personality into my entire life. I’ve bought nearly as many new watercolour paint shades as polish colours, after all!

It’s been easy to celebrate life lately. I’m brimful of joy and that’s a great legacy to leave.

I always took the Bible verses commanding me not to worry very seriously. A sober attempt to shove worry out by pure determination doesn’t remove forehead lines. A light came on when I realized that my lighthearted approach to life is borne of thanksgiving.

Gratitude puts the smile on every situation.

Gratitude tells worry, “This will be for the best.”

Thankfulness is not denial. Recognizing that God is sovereign over absolutely everything that happens to me, and that God is always good means there is a kernel of “best” in all “life” throws at me. When things are good, I don’t have to wait for the other shoe to drop (don’t we all do that?), and when things are rough, there is still “thankful” for those who train themselves to seek it.

I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life and I’m realizing that it’s because thankfulness is training me to be so. We’re commanded to be thankful in everything and in obedience there is great joy. So far I think I’m getting the better side of the exchange!

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose…If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?
Romans 8:28, 31-32

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The Best Medicine. — 3 Comments

  1. My Thankful Thursday post wants to hold hands with your Best Medicine post :) You are not only amazing at bright colours, art, and nails, but your writing is always so enjoyable to read. I love the positive lessons you glean from the little things in life. Thanks for being an inspiration!

  2. Long live nail polish! :) Sometimes we need these “frivolous” things to give us that little infusion of happy that makes the rest of the day shine too. And love that phrase, “I’m brimful of joy and that’s a great legacy to leave.”

  3. You’re great, Angela! Just fork over some of that laughter, ok? I need it tonight. Finally catching up on your blog. I’ve been a slacker lately.