Nowadays, there is so much emphasis on physical beauty and appearance. Looking young, feeling young – the common selling line of most beauty products bombard us everywhere. Every woman would be thrilled to hear someone say to her  that she doesn’t look her age or that she looks ten years or more  younger than her true age. I’d be lying through my teeth, if I said I wouldn’t be happy to hear someone say that to me. But , there’s more to beauty than skin that’s been pampered with face wrinkle cream. Take the case of Lindsay Lohan. My kids loved her in “Parent Trap”. She was a smart, spunky, vivacious little girl with lots of personality and innocence at that time. To me, she was a really pretty kid, red hair, freckles and all.  It’s sad to see what has happened to her today. I’m not privy to her personal circumstances so I have no way to make conclusions as to why she is where she is right now. The fame, the signature clothes and bags and the glittery stuff she is surrounded with everyday cannot mask the disarray that’s within her heart. Her once beautiful, innocent face and sparkly eyes cannot hide the distorted image she has of herself on the inside. Beauty is beyond skin deep. It is more than just what is visually evident. As a parent, my job is to make sure my little girl is not pressured to look a certain way just to feel pretty. She needs to see herself the way God sees her no matter what fashion dictates around her. Beauty that exudes from a heart that worships God, is like a pleasing fragrance that fills the room and mesmerizes those who come in contact with it.

A happy heart can make any face pretty but a troubled heart can make even the prettiest face ugly.

Rean…

A bit of nostalgia hit me upon seeing a couple of ladies in red nursing scrubs as I was parking my car tonight. I remember the days when these uniforms didn’t come in many colors or designs.  My initiation to antiseptic high fashion was when I was hospitalized as a kid in Denver, Colorado.  The pain of my broken arm became a little bearable as I saw the balloon filled  scrubs  of my nurses.

Decades later, I now have nephews and nieces who are posing to join the ranks of Florence Nightingale.   It would be nice if they had the same therapeutic effect my nurses had on me.    Good thing I found www.blueskyscrubs.com.  While they don’t have the balloon filled scrub tops,  they have an elegant line that portrays the competence and confidence of the caregiver inside.  The closest thing to my childhood experience, is the line of scrub caps  that have whimsical designs intended to cheer-up the most gloomy of patients.   I sure hope somehow that these items will help my nephews and nieces be the best nurses they can be.