Visiting Hours

Visiting Hours

Today was the first time that I sat in her bed with her. It was her sister’s prom day, and she wanted to be rested enough to help her with her nails if she could. So I got to spend the morning pampering her, and making her feel as loved as she has made me throughout the years. I couldn’t reach her hands to paint her nails, so I put on one of those bright yellow gowns, tied it around my waist, and clambered over to her bedside. She made a little bit of room for me, and I took her soft hands and placed them in my lap so that I could help her.

While we looked at her phone cases earlier today, I noticed that each one of them had an anchor placed somewhere. This is a reflection of Danna’s heart, and her life goal. She told me that she wants to “refuse to sink.” Even this illness cannot take away the faith that she has anchored in Jesus Christ. So I thought that, while I was serving her in this small way, I could place her reminder somewhere. As I painted each fingernail while she rested, I thought of what I could draw. On each ring finger, I drew her symbol. An anchor, small but noticeable.

As I write this, I can only see two fingernails. Both are my thumbs. But that’s all I need to see to think of Danna once again. Before I surprised her with the design, I took the liberty to practice on my own right thumbnail. It’s still there as of now. Black and bold against the chipped background polish that coats each nail. It’s such a small little symbol, but to me it represents my wonderful friend’s testimony.