I’m going through severe testing.
Someone commented to me the other day, “I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes for anything right now.”
“Well,” I said. “I don’t much want to be in them either.”
Because if I could pick the “shoes” I want to wear right now, I’d definitely pick a different pair. Cute ones. Definitely not designer 4-inch heels like my best friend would. But, maybe some bright-colored, strappy sandals. Or hey, right now, I’d settle for some nice, cushy bedroom shoes. Something I could slip on and off when I want to.
But would I pick the shoes I’m in right now? I assure you I would not.
These shoes remind me of those old, primitive, colonial boots. The kind that come up way too high on the calf and are hot and the leather’s stiff and they have a zillion little buttons on the side that take forever to undo so forget taking your feet out to wiggle your toes.
In fact, the shoes I’m wearing right now – well, I can’t undo them at all…or exchange them.
Apparently, you don’t get to pick the shoes you’re in right now.
But you know what? Oddly enough, I’ve experienced some weird comforting times while wearing these shoes. Not right this minute. But there’ve been a few times.
And I’m pretty sure these shoes are God’s will for me right now.
And I’m convinced He will continue to bring comfort while I’m wearing them.
And I’m positive that eventually, He will undo the laces Himself and deliver me from the shoes I’m in right now.
I even believe that one day I’m going to help somebody who’s wearing a pair like these. I’ll show her my worn, old ones, and when I put my arm around her and say, “I know how you feel,” she’ll know that I really do.
Because of the shoes I’m in right now.
Kendra Timberlake, 2008