Good Hair & Pretty Toes
I hate my toes. Feet in general really kind of freak me out, but I’ve particularly disliked my toes for as long as I can remember. My size 9 shoe on a 5’4″ frame is a little obnoxious. And my toes…well, they are long and really quite dreadful. It’s just been in recent years that I’ve been brave enough to wear open-toed shoes, and I still think twice every time I buy a new pair.
It’s no real surprise here that this is just one more thing that I obsess about… that I can’t be content with… that I can’t accept as how I’m uniquely created.
Funny isn’t it, how much we know that this stuff just shouldn’t matter, but if we’re honest it does? We all have our something and some of us have more than one something.
For instance, hair… I could go into another rant about my thin, stringy, dirty blond hair, but I’ll save you that one for now.
I’m learning to get comfortable with being unfinished work. For all my vain attempts to make everything about myself perfect, it’s all fleeting. We’re not designed to be finished here on Earth.
And while I’ve ranted about the exterior things, there are so many hidden parts of my heart that are unfinished work too.
Am I willing to expose their imperfections like I showcase my dreadful toes?
Am I willing to allow a little bit of the unfinished to be known?
Do I trust that God’s at work and that while I won’t be completely finished here on Earth, there will be a day when He’ll complete His work in me?
What’s your unfinished obsession?