Polished.

So, a little over a week ago, in an effort to shut a door quietly, I put my fingertips against the corner of a closing door.
The door made virtually no sound. I, however, did make some noise as the door was heavier than I realized and didn't stop closing until it compressed my fingertip against the doorframe. I now have an ugly bruisey thing under my fingernail.
Someone told me it was a blood blister and could be pierced. I tried for about two seconds and ended up face down on the carpet doing deep breaths and moaning. It's not a pain thing, it's a potential for pain thing. I just can't seem to get comfortable with the idea of shedding blood. Especially my own.
Which makes me grateful for nail polish. My ugly finger can be disguised as a pretty finger! And I don't have to stab any body parts. In a matter of months, I'll be back to normal.
So, thank you, Jesus for nail polish and the way our bodies heal themselves over time. That is seriously cool. Amen.