Things I’m Thinking About

I hate to take another step in these worn-out shoes because, even though they’ve been to hell and back, they just keep doing their best to push me forward. I’ve gotten them wet and they keep me dry. I bend, scuff, and drag them all day but I’ve never once heard them complain.

I find it so hard to believe that they keep wishing me well while I keep asking them to meet all of my weatherproofing, shock-absorbing, arch-and-heel-supporting needs. I kinda feel bad for having these needs because all they do is add one more crease, one more rip, one more stuck piece of gravel, to these good ‘ole shoes lol.

My needs will be the death of these shoes. One day they’ll have holes in them big enough to walk through. I’ll have to buy a new pair and replace them.

My needs have been the death of God. He’s got holes in his hands big enough to see through. He will never need replacing, and will only ever need remembering.