I took this picture inside the pedestal museum at the base of the Statue of Liberty when our family visited there for President’s Day last month.
Sometimes I wish I had metal toes. This seems like a crazy wish, but let me explain.
I like to run. Or maybe I should say, I like to eat, so I need to run to keep my net calories in check.
For whatever reason, God gave me soft feet and fragile toes. My second toe on each foot is a little longer than my big toes, so these toes tend to take a beating as I ramp up my mileage. Inevitably, my toe nails turn black and blue and then my toe nail falls off. It’s quite a “fun” process.
So I’m thinking that if I had metal toes like the ones shown above, I wouldn’t have to deal with the whole black and blue/nail loss thing.
How about you? If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.