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My Dear Designer husband recently returned from a weekend in the mountains. I gave him a hug to welcome him home again and cringed at the blisters on his heels. He’d worn someone else’s hiking boots. I reminded him that the last time he hiked in borrowed boots he lost two toenails and we decided the blisters were preferable.

I’m actually not sure why he borrowed someone else’s boots, since there is a pair of hiking boots sitting in the bottom of our closet. I know this for a fact, because our little Pearl so likes to try on all the shoes in the closet, including her Papa’s hiking boots.

Whatever the reason, the fact remains that he hiked a mountain in borrowed boots. And he wears the painful, oozing blisters as proof.

This experience coincided with another event in our household, the question of our children’s schooling. Up until a month ago, we had always chosen to homeschool our kiddos. This decision really had more to do with the good we saw in homeschool, and less to do with the bad we saw in public school. It fit our priorities and our values, we were able to do it, and it really worked for our family.

At the beginning of the summer we received an invitation to join a local charter school. We knew that if we were ever to send our little ones to a school, this would be the one. So we decided to try it on.

For about six weeks we’ve been wearing these Charter School shoes. And they’ve just never felt like our own. We haven’t lost any toenails yet, and we don’t have any oozing blisters, but we’ve just not been able to feel comfortable in these shoes.

And when I look to the people around me who I trust to reflect Truth back to me and I say, “I don’t know, what do you think?”. They’re not saying, “Wow, those shoes look really great on you! Just give them a chance.” No. Actually what they say to me is, “Why in the world are you wearing that? It’s so not….you.”

We’ve decided to slip off these borrowed boots and put them back on the rack, knowing that they will fit someone else much better. For now, we’ll put back on those old shoes we were wearing, knowing that they’re comfortably broken in, but aren’t quite right either (they pinch a little bit in the toes).

But with the change of shoes, comes the Hope of a better fit. We hope for a comfort that can only be found in His gifts and in His provision. Knowing that if He provides the shoes, then we can know they are Good and Right.

And so in this, and in all of life, we will continue the hopeful search for that Cinderella slipper. The one we slip our foot into and know, this is Ours, because it is of Him.

Faithful Lord, May we honor You with our choices of what we choose to step into and wear. May we never cease to hope in the things You choose to give us. May You find our hearts willing to accept with thanksgiving the shoes You hand to us. And may we find comfort in wearing them to do Your work.

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