The Foot Files, from Sole to Soul: A Mile In My Shoes.

I saw this picture on a blog this week and it literally caused me to stop in my tracks.

You see I'm a little bit of a complainer. I just didn't realise how much I complained. And all of this complaining in one week. And all of this complaining about shoes.

First, I complained about the pile of shoes that greet me every morning when I come downstairs and everytime I walk through the front door of my home. Hardly inviting is it?

Welcome to the Spalls...

Secondly, I got all upset because my son needed a shoebox for a diorama project at school. Of the four shoe boxes I had at home, none were suitable so I had to modify one (it took a pair of scissors, some glue and approximately 5 minutes of my day, but boy did I complain about it!)

Then, I was irritated at the fact that I've worn a hole in my favourite pair of black flats and can't find anything even  remotely close to being as comfortable or as cute as these shoes are.

Loved these shoes...wished I bought two pairs.

Then, my son came to the mall with me (for Mother's Day) and spent his time at the Apple Store, while I walked around and around  looking for shoes by myself (Happy Mother's Day Elaine!!!)

To make matters worse, I left the mall without any shoes because, out of the two pairs I actually liked,  I couldn't decide which ones to buy.

I'm also still a bit upset that I haven't been able to wear my running shoes that I got for Christmas, because it's been too wet and rainy and I don't want them to get muddy.

I just know my new shoes will make me faster...

I'm running the Mississaua Half Marathon next weekend and I'm trying for a personal best and my old shoes sometimes give me shin splints. Have you ever tried running 13 miles with shin splints?

Whine whine whine...complain complain complain...

STOP

Then I remembered the picture. I wonder how much she complains...

I wonder if she complains about all the "shoes" littering the dirt floor of her home?

I wonder if she has anything of value. Would it even fit into four shoeboxes. One box?

I wonder what choice she has when she wears a hole in her favourite shoes? Does she go barefoot?

I wonder which pair of "shoes" would look cuter on her feet. Dasani or Aquafina?

I wonder if she worries about getting mud on her shoes?

I wonder what's her personal best time shuffling around in those shoes trying to get food or water for her family?

Silence

. Sometimes there are no words.

All I can do is offer up a tearful prayer for a faceless, shoeless, perhaps even homeless woman. I ask that God will send someone along to bless her from the top of her head, to the soles of her feet. And also I say a prayer of thankfulness. I thank God that I don't have to walk or run a mile in her shoes.








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