I was trying on sweaters and jeans and anything to keep warm in the sub-arctic. It was my birthday a couple weekends ago, and my parents decided to treat me to the essentials of a winter wardrobe since this Florida girl is working on slim to none.
I unbuckled my gold sandals.
They’ve been through a lot.
I bought them in high school, and I’m pretty sure they shouldn’t be worn any more by the looks of them. The sole carries the outline of my footprint and the sandal straps are wearing thin.
Come to think of it, my favorite sandals are also on the verge of splitting. I wonder how many miles I’ve walked in sandals like these.
“Your garments did not wear out on you, nor did your foot swell these forty years.” Deuteronomy 8:4
He reminds me of these words in the dressing room. I smile at His perfect timing.
I won’t need a closet full of flip flops or sandals any time soon. He provided what I needed, when I needed it. I can trust Him for the next season, too. And for the one after that, and the one after that.
The Israelites wandered for forty years in the desert, and their clothing didn’t wear out, and their feet didn’t swell, even with all the moving they were doing.
I buckled my sandals, thankful for the miles I’ve walked in them. It’s the steps along the way that draw me closer to His heart. And now that a wardrobe change is in order (in the form of boots), I can’t wait to see the new terrain He has in store.