Those Shoes Ain’t Made for Walking....

I wore my fancy new wedding shoes (for my nephew’s upcoming wedding) to our 38th anniversary dinner. Notice Ragnar in the background who is thinking, “Those shoes are not made for walking...” He was a little miffed as I did not play with him once my fancy shoes were a-foot. I was fairly sure I could walk in them, but playing chase around the ping-pong table was definitely out.

I wasn’t going to dress up. I was tired. I’d been on the sidewalks of the abortion center all morning into early afternoon with our Cities4Life team interceding on behalf of the unborn. The humidity had to have been 90 % and it was in the low 90s. Misery. So hot and humid none of us felt great. A wilting heat.

However, when one car pulled out of the clinic lot, they told us they did not abort. A baby saved. Our tired, sweaty feet had not trod that path in vain.

So, I was hot, sweaty, and weary. I didn’t think i had the energy to shower, change clothes, or wear my fancy heels. I knew my low-key husband of 38 years would understand.

Then I went on a walk with my friend. I told her it was my 38th anniversary and we would be going out to dinner. I told her about my beautiful shoes and how I would not be wearing them to dinner because I was so tired.

My friend told me 38 years was an accomplishment and maybe my sweaty T-shirt, flip-flops, and cut-off shorts were not called for....Maybe I should think about wearing my fancy shoes.

“No, maybe next anniversary...”

We talked about how so many marriages break up. I told her ours had survived some rough patches but not because of any great strength of character on either of our parts.  However, the glue that held us together was a mighty powerful bond: God.

“I don’t now how anyone makes it without God,” I said. “And both people in a marriage need to know God and live for him. We for sure would not have made it if God had not been loved by both of us.”

“38 years,” my friend said as we parted ways, “That is a quite an accomplishment.”

So I went inside, showered, and pulled out the fancy shoes. Those shoes were not made for walking...at least not far...but they were made for celebrating. I put them on and thanked God for His immeasurable love that has helped me along so many paths that not even my best walking shoes could have traversed alone.

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Psalm 23: 1-6

A Psalm of David. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. .

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