… And That’s Just What They’ll Do!

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you!

She took a few hard steps forward, slammed the car door shut with her left leg exposing the knee-high boots underneath her sweater. Talk about announcing her presence! She inhaled confidence and exhaled grace as she strutted up to the doorstep looking just as good as her attitude…

One teeny-weeny secret about me: I love boots, especially high-heeled ones. There is just something powerful about high heeled boots that make me feel beautiful and playful. You know that confidence that exudes a radiant beloved who is one polished and refined mama! Ha!

That’s confidence with an attitude to boot…

How about you, is there something in your wardrobe that makes you feel especially beautiful and gives you that extra skip in your step resembling power and even playtime? Please tell me I’m not alone.

I love my cowboy boots as they offer sass to go along with the class, but they lack spunk with the funk. I find myself wanting to line dance more often than not instead of walking along, and with life being a dance (hush-hush)…

I end up looking more like (hush-hush)…

Talk about fellowship that won’t soon be forgotten! Enough said…

The flat heeled kind, that’s what I predominantly wear for comfort and practicality, along with keeping my height under six feet. They keep me subdued, somewhat restrained, with an ease to hide behind my clothes and feelings. Do I hear bloating and PMS?

But throw in a pair of high-heeled boots that extend over the knee, can I hear a great big Hallelujah!

What us poor girls go through just to look and feel beautiful. We even go so far as to tape up our second two toes together or we wear these orthotics to somehow or another trick our brain into thinking that the pain caused from the six-inch heal isn’t really harming us.

 

Okay. Maybe I’m exaggerating a bit here with my visualization, but…

Those feet are caused from hours of hard work to bring us the beauty and grace of dance.

Why is it we can have great hair days, plenty of rest (what’s that?), glowing skin and plenty of Jesus time before we walk out of our mad houses where we feel good about ourselves, but there’s something extra special about a new outfit or perceived image we project.

Does God want us wearing high-heeled boots over our knees just to feel lovely and confident enough? No. He wants us to walk out our faith knowing we’re beautiful and our boots are made for walking. We are clothed in splendor and grace. Righteousness is our fashion along with the unique qualities and characteristics that only WE HAVE (yay baby!).

So what are our motives for bringing pain just in order to look good?

Meet Master of Destruction!

No, I’m not drinking. I’m just sharing how ludicrous even I am willing to go to feel beautiful at times. And since I’m sulking under ice, I’ll let you laugh right alongside of me.

So Fridays are generally my shopping days. Retail therapy helps soothe the pain from the loss of expectations and the problems my son has found himself in being housed in county jail.

I leave behind a piece of my tattered and bleeding heart each time I say goodbye to our weekly “video visitation” sessions. There’s something about a mother’s love; it is relentless and unconditional no matter what… well, at least that’s unconditional love like God’s Great Love… but there are times you wonder how your heart can keep beating when you’re wearing it on your sleeve instead.

I generally pray something like this before shopping:

Father God, I pray you will grant me the grace to shop wisely and not extravagantly to cover and wrap up my depleted heart so I may be focused instead on the many beloveds in need of your Great Love!

I’m not that selfless either!

So we happened to be shopping with a purpose: For wedding shoes. Trying to find the perfect high heels to wear for a wedding can spell trouble with a capital T.

The pain in my heart alerted me to an exciting pair of boots that were not only forbidden, but not on the agenda both financially or time well spent. And of course, I just happened to fall in love with a pair of boots that only a woman 30 years younger could and should wear, and only for a few minutes I might add.

Remember what Master of Destruction looks like? Deception…

No pain, no gain, right? Is that what vanity has done to us, we must go through pain in order to have worldly gain, instead of being naturally beautiful?

To conclude my pathetic opening line… She took a few hard steps forward, slammed the car door shut with her left leg exposing the knee-high boots underneath her sweater. Talk about announcing her presence! She inhaled confidence and exhaled grace as she strutted up to the doorstep looking just as good as her attitude until…

… She came tumbling down delivering the knock notice. My ankles were much too weak to carry this 5’10” frame on six-inch stick heels.

Daring gravity and decay was way out of my league. My suede pair with chunky heels are hot enough.

Until next time…