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 shade. I have ‘curly toes’ as my mum says that were wrapped up too tightly when I was still growing away from the world. They are my feet, God gave them to me and they walk in my shoes.

Your feet are bigger or smaller than mine. They prefer the feeling of sand between their toes. They love high heels, or gym shoes, or hiking boots. Your feet have walked hundreds of miles, or love to dance. Your toe nails prefer a bright manicure or love to go bare. They are your feet, created uniquely for you and they have walked a different path to mine.

I haven’t walked in your shoes.

Broken and only but wishing that someone would help me into the cool, healing waters that would mend my body and restore my soul, Gods Word spoke to me through my pain and heart ache. As the man who couldn’t walk waited for someone to help him into the pool so that he could be healed, Jesus told him to pick up his mat and walk. This story spoke comforting and uplifting words into my life. Only God’s Word could truly rescue and restore me.

Where I once could only manage to walk to the letter box, I now walk ten kilometers around my beautiful city. Hand in hand, my husband and I walk through tree lined streets, past cafes where couples and families sit enjoying coffee and meals with friends. We wander up hills, over bridges and along the winding river, underneath towering Oaks and majestic gum trees, through lush botanic gardens, often skipping out of the way of oncoming bike riders. My city is truly beautiful and the opportunity to deeply enjoy it even more so.

I am thankful for each and every walk we go on. There was once a time where I couldn’t muster enough energy to have a shower, let alone go hiking or walk along river banks. Times where the pain was so great that I would simply spend days curled up in bed, a hot water bottle as my dearest companion. My days were spent watching t.v or reading or whiling away the hours listening to music or simply sleeping.

Those days are gone now. Occasionally, very occasionally I have pain that paralyses. I am no longer fearful when those moments come, because just as the tides wash in and out on the shore line my pain too comes and goes. The days are farther apart now, I have endless months of freedom in between. Freedom in which I choose to make the most of each day.

I cannot express to you the gratitude I feel towards God for healing not only my body but my mind and spirit as well.

This is my journey, my experiences of physical and mental pain will most likely not be anything like yours. I don’t know what path you tread and who is walking along side you. I don’t know your heartache, the tears you’ve cried or the struggles you go through. I have a different life to yours.

I have a listening ear and gentle heart and I know all too well the pain of those around me. My friends and loved ones have their own burdens to carry. Their own heartache, insecurities, illness or pain. I used to believe that everyone else had it all together, that they didn’t carry their own burdens.

In my own suffering I couldn’t see the truth of the lives of those around me. I’ve since taken off my glasses, wiped them clean with faith and hope and I now see much more clearly. If we open our eyes and truly look we realise that we are surrounded by fellow travelers.

Press on, have faith and try to change what you can in your life and remember there is hope for a journey a little easier to traverse.

So each new day that the LORD has ordained, each morning when the sun rises, the dew melts and the night is washed away by sunlight is a new opportunity to lace up your shoes and keep walking.

The journey is long my dear friend, the road ahead may be dotted with rocks, pot holes and seemingly endless hills to climb but I say with confidence if you lift your chin up and keep on walking there are so many amazing opportunities and lessons ahead. While you’re walking along life’s path, up and over some of those mountains, don’t forget to look out across the valley, the view is incredible.

‘for truly I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you.’ Matthew 17:20.

The LORD is the one who goes ahead of you; He will be with you, He will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed. Deuteronomy 31:8

It’s so beautiful enjoying the blessing of enjoying every day.

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Each new day is truly an opportunity to be grateful for the little things.

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