Borrowed Shoes

This life. We all have trials and tribulations. In the midst of them it becomes important for others to relate to us. It is for me, anyways. I want others to 'feel' my pain. I don't want to be alone in all this.


But how could they? My journey is my own. I am the only one to live it. No one has lived a day in my shoes.


Except One.


I have been quick to forget the One who walked this earth and lived each day in anguish for me. He did it while never wavering in where He placed His eyes. Heavenward. He knew His purpose and every action was done to complete it. Unlike me. I easily forget what I am here for. I get lost in the pain and aftermath that cancer has placed within my life. There are many times throughout my days that I seem to allow this valley to swallow me up like quick sand. Thankfully, He is always there ready to pull me out when I'm ready. He steadies me even when I continue to wobble in my balance. My shoes. The ones that I have to walk in seem to be covered with mud and debris that won't wash off. Maybe because more than I have walked in them. They're borrowed. The road they once traveled was much harder than this one I am on.

There is not one thing that I have gone through or will go through that is unique to this One. He's been there. He's felt it. He's lived it. He walked in my shoes.


So when I start to feel sorry for myself, I need to remember that my shoes are borrowed and He will always be able to fill them better than I.