My daughter came up to me. “Mom? Can you paint my nails?
The excuses started rolling through my head. “Didn’t you want to ride your bike? I’m catching up on email. I’m blogging. I’m reading an article.” … An article with these words that I read immediately before my daughter came to me.
“You don’t get long here before you get to be a memory — so make your life about getting thirsty people glasses of water. It’s simple today: You are perishable here, Taste the moments accordingly — and get thirsty people glasses of water. Because the Good News is about One who loved everyone to death, the good news begins again everywhere we love others in service and not ourselves in selfishness, the good news begins wherever we make ourselves into His Good News.”
Right. Don’t be selfish. Put Jesus on display.
“Yes, I can paint your nails.”
I knelt before my girl—the one with the heart that has thick walls around it who wants nothing to do with that Good News—and turned her nails emerald green. A small gesture. It only took a minute, a minute in which He softened my heart.
If I hadn’t been reminded of the Gospel at that very moment, I probably would have brushed my daughter aside. I’m so thankful that the Lord reminded me that my life is to be poured out upon others as a means of praising Him and what He has done.
In that time, the entire neighborhood arrived on my porch. Nail polish bottles started flying out of the box and into preteen hands. I had a nice little control-freak hyperventilation session. The Good News, the Good News. Glasses of water. Or nail polish bottles. Whatever.
And now, my porch is splattered with blue polish, and Seth inexplicably has blue hands. As I type this, I see streaks of blue on my fingers and on a new shirt. We’ll just consider it a spreading of the Good News while I google how to get nail polish out of (white) clothes.