Metal Toes

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.

Psalm 139:14