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I haven’t walked in your shoes.

He leads me beside the still waters, He restores my soul. My feet are small, they are narrow and have a high arch. I have feet that ballerinas would adore. They love to walk barefoot on grass, or wrapped up in pretty sandles. When it’s cold out they wear boots. Preferably cute little black ones with a tiny heel and bit of detail. My feet prefer comfort over fashion, with nails painted in a neutral …

Learning to be still.

Stillness, it is a beautiful thing. Stillness is a rare gem in a world where noise and busyness and manic have incredible value. I have however grown to love quiet, calm moments. During the years when pain engulfed me I had no choice but to often be physically still. My body simply couldn’t keep up with the rush of life running past me and so I often felt left behind. Yet even though I had …