Saturday, January 2, 2021

Shoe Laces

 As I sit here trying to figure out which of the fifty or so stories I need to finish, I realize that none of them may ever be brought to life. The year 2020 seemed to silence both my time and creativeness. I guess you could say I got to caught up in all the politics and social media events that 2020 brought to us. 

Realizing this, here I am sitting peacefully on my front porch facing the most beautiful lake in the world. I’m pondering what to write. It’s so quite this time of year and the rain drops are ever so slow hitting the ground and making fun in the water. The wind is nowhere to be found and the temperature is close to 65 degrees, mind you this is January 2021. 

Peace instills my soul and a story is evolving in my mind about learning to tie shoes. What is this story that looms on the distance fog that covers the lake. It’s a simple story I think but applicable to us all.

Let’s unpack this from my thought barn. Well, not sure where to begin but at some point someone had to teach us how to tie our shoe laces. I have a very faint memory of someone teaching me how to tie mine. 

There was a repeated step by step process instructing me how to get this most complicated knot to work and how that would keep my shoes firmly in place on the soles of my feet. Each day I would say, “can you help me tie my shoes”, and each day I would get the same response, “I will be right there.” Whoever that was would come into my room and bend down in front of me and go through the same process as yesterday, cross the laces, make a bow, then make another bow, circle the lace and then pull tight. 

Day after day I got this but never fully understanding the process. The instructions were clear but my brain could not seem to grasp this simple process. Then one day as I called for help a lady came in and sat behind me, her arms reaching around me as to give me a big hug. She grabbed my hands and my shoe laces and said, “cross the laces, make a bow then another, wrap and then pull tight.” There it was as plain as day, my shoes were tied. I never had to ask for help again. 

So, there is something to say about that the way we are taught and how our brain see things. As I said early on, 2020 was a year to remember. I don’t believe it matters to what extent we learned things. We all learned. Fact or fiction, the stories kept coming last year. 

The comfort for me was the fact that learning from the Spirit of God is Him reaching around embracing me, showing me, teaching me that it’s going to be ok. It’s not what’s in front of me but who has me in His arms. So for 2021, lean more into God’s arms, trust His hugs and His Word not what’s in front you, be it television, social media, friends or even family. 


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