Shoes

Posted by on Mar 17, 2017 | 0 comments

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You need to walk a mile in somebody’s shoes before you can really know a person, so goes the old saying.

But what if we didn’t need to walk a mile before we knew her; what if we found out everything we needed to know about her after we walked a half mile.

And what if it didn’t take a half mile; what if we understood her just by walking the length of a football field in her shoes.

What if we could know her in less than a football field; what if we only had to walk a single block to know how she looked at life.

And what if it didn’t take a block; what if we just stood in her shoes. The shoes of a daughter who grew up without a dad.

Could we understand

the pain . . .

the loneliness . . .

the longing . . .

the fear . . .

the frustration . . .

the shame . . .

the anger . . .

the jealousy . . .

the desperation . . .

the sadness . . .

the emptiness . . .

the embarrassment . . .

the hate . . .

the resentment . . .

the rejection . . .

the rage . . .

the bitterness . . .

the abandonment . . .

Closing our eyes and letting her shoes share her heart.

Amazing isn’t it, the difference someone else’s shoes can make.

Sometimes we don’t have to walk in a person’s shoes to know them; sometimes all we have to do is stand in them.

 

I’d love to hear about your own experiences in someone else’s shoes. Feel free to share below.

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