A Meditation on the Depths of Beauty of Painted Nails


That’s God, to me. He’s pure happiness and He doesn’t have to make sense to us or be logical or neat and tidy; He just is.

He is big and is everything at the same time that He’s small and insignificant. He’s colorful and complicated at the same time that He’s grayscale and simple. He’s joy at the same time that He’s sorrow. Sometimes we forget to see Him as much in the small and passing things as we see Him in the grandeur of the world, but He’s there. I know this world and all it contains will pass away, and must! But God is still in these passing things. He’s unchanging, and that, significantly, means that He’s in the passing things as much as He’s in the eternal.

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