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Lessons Learned From An Ugly Pair Of Shoes

You gotta love daughters. That bond. Those truths. The laughter. I am over the top blessed to have two beautifully, amazing daughters.


I use to have a pair of black flats. They were so comfy and cozy. I would wear them with everything. As soon as my oldest would see these shoes she would say, "Mom, no. What are you thinking? Take those off". There were a few times I would go to find my shoes and I'd find myself on a great search. Yes, you got it. My daughter would hide them.


It got to be a joke between us. I would take them out just to get her riled up. She swore she was going to toss them one day when I wasn't looking. Okay, I have no idea what ever happened to those shoes. Just sayin'..


I was at my in laws one day and was heading out to the field with my husband when I realized I had on new shoes. Here comes my mother in law with a pair I could wear to the field. In that moment that they were placed in my hand I burst into laughter. They were almost identical to the black shoes I had worn so often. I put them on my feet and thought, "Oh, if my daughter could see me now".


I carried those shoes home with me. I had them sitting in the corner. Okay, yes, I was thinking they were really cute shoes, but I knew without a doubt, they were not. LOL My grand daughter came out to stay a weekend and what do you know? She found those shoes and placed her feet in them. All we heard the entire weekend were the tapping of her tiny feet in those black shoes that she proudly announced, "I'm wearing Nanny's shoes!"


Funny how just one thing can stand out to us. As my daughter looked upon me standing before her, she saw that everything was in order except for my feet. My ugly shoes didn't match up with the rest, but how funny that my grand daughter thought them to be the bomb!


So, what can I take away from those ugly shoes? Walk in beauty. Simply be me. Allow the Lord to guide my steps and may my walk be in step with my talk. I can't portray that I am a lover of Christ if I'm knowingly walking in sin and give a good example of what it is to be a Christian. I need to remember that each step I take, I have a beautiful grand daughter who is watching. I need to make sure that as her steps mimic mine I am giving her a wondrous example of what it is to be a daughter of Christ.


Just as those ugly shoes were comfy, the sin in my life can become so comfortable that I don't notice it any longer. I just put it on with the rest of my wardrobe. I may not notice how ugly it is, but others do. Many times that is the first thing that others see. For this little one who stands by me, it is my step that she often sees before anything else.


When I hear those little feet tapping across the floor it gives me a great reminder to watch my step and give this little lady, a shoe that is worth stepping in. May I too teach her that there is grace for those ugly shoes we wear. See, she has a Prince who has a slipper that is just perfect for her and that is the slipper I need to teach her to wear.


"Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children."
Ephesians 5:1


" Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ."
1 Corinthians 11:1


" Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path."
Psalm 119:105 











Comments

I just love how God has a message for us in everything we do! Great post.
Diane Craver said…
I enjoyed your post. So precious that your granddaughter wore black shoes you had from your mother-in-law. God definitely has a sense of humor. LOL
Robin Prater said…
Chris, yes, loving how the Lord grabs our attention through even the smallest of things. Thanks for sharing with me. Blessings

Diane, LOL Oh, yes, you know He has a sense of humor for sure!! Blessings sweet lady.

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