It's amazing the pounding our feet take in a day. And especially, for our family, these days. We're visiting San Diego, and each day the kids and I seem to trek miles across concrete, following little paths that never look like they do in amusement park maps. Why is that, anyway?
In all this wandering, I've watched my kids' feet go from pink and puffy to achy and raw as their shoes find their weak spots; but I've pretty much ignored my own set of soles entirely. That's because they feel great! I have delectable, if geriatric, pair of Chacos that have seen me through travels both foreign and domestic ... and have themselves been resoled once already. My arches have not ached, my instep is intact, and my toes are feeling terrific in this lovely choice in footwear.
Isn't it wonderful how we don't think about the parts of us that are working properly - the articles of clothing (or shoes) that we own that do their job well? I'm so grateful for that - grateful for the little thing, today, that is a pair of nicely-formed shoes. The Bible mentions that shoes of the "good news of peace" will help us stand strong, and I can see why. Without a trustworthy foundation, every step is an agony of distress! How many times a day do I find myself distressed in spirit over things that could be laid to rest if I truly put on those good news shoes? It's not called the good news of peace for nothing! -- And I have determined to set my wll to remembering (and wearing) that peace every step of my day. No, it may not make the lines at Sea World any shorter, but it sure will keep my fuse from shortening while I wait! And that's good news for everyone ... not just me!
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