I know it may seem like an odd desire to have, but a few months ago I decided that I wanted to give up the habit of biting my nails. I’m not sure if you’ve ever tried to give up a habit or not, but if you have you’ll agree that it’s easier said than done.

I would randomly find my fingers in my mouth when I was bored, nervous, or just generally going about my day. I would grow out a little tiny pinky nail, a wonderful and amazing accomplishment, but in my excitement I’d bite it off.

I know you’re wondering how I finally broke the habit – or am still breaking the habit – and grew out my nails. Well I did it with Jesus. That’s right, I said “Jesus”. Every time I put my hands in my mouth I said a little prayer: Dear Jesus, please heal me of this nasty habit. Help me keep my hands out of my mouth. Amen. I did vary it a little, but you get the gist.

The reward: Nice strong nails that make me look like a girl.

Check out what they looked like before:

And look how far I've grown!

I owe it all to Jesus. Not just this, but everything.