I just got pair of warm, snuggly boots. It was my first day wearing them.
As I walked to Andrews school in the morning, I noticed how content I was walking in the crappy weather. I realized.. my feet are warm.
My feet seem to have a disproportionate influence on my overall comfort. Dry feet, cold feet... God forbid an ingrown toe nail.
When I put on new tennis shoes, I feel like I could run 10 miles. When I put on heels, I feel miles taller. When I put on work shoes, I feel determined.
They are just feet. I don't pay them any attention unless I'm putting on shoes or they are causing me grief.... and even then, I try to ignore them, even as they scream at me.
Faith has a lot in common with feet. Often ignored, except for Sunday's or holidays... Or if there is a crisis. And yet, it has a large influence over the current of my life. If faith is strong, I can weather anything. I have great patience. Forgiveness. I become more then I am. I tap into grace and I find myself in a bigger story....
But then, there are times when faith is weak. I feel lost. Even when life is good, I am restless. I'm missing something. I'm not plugged in to the life blood that sustains me and I struggle.
Spiritual practices are like a pair of great shoes. I put them on, then I go about my day. But, if I were to reflect on it, as I do this season of lent, I find I'm happier. Even in crappy weather. I don't struggle against life quite so hard.
My feet are toasty. I'm good.
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