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someone else's shoes

It is not often that you actually get to "walk in someone else's shoes". I have sort of done that for a week now and I pray that I will remember some very important things about life.

First is this: My mom is an amazingly strong woman.

Second, these 'big' things in life can really bring you down if you don't look for the little moments that can warm your heart and lift you back up. For me, I find that the little things are the laugh of my toddler, the words of my preschooler, the creations of my son, the smile of my daughter. Noticing the mourning doves that skitter under the bushes each morning as I walk by their nesting spot. The curve of the mountain that I looked at every day as a child. The pattern of the frost on my van in the early morning. Nature is full of God's handiwork, and stopping to admire the beauty is essential for my well-being.

Third, I must remember not to judge. It is not my place, and I do not know someone else's heart or circumstances.

Lastly, I pray that I can become who I long to be. Every day, I disappoint myself in ways small and large. Why do I find it so hard some days to be like Christ? To do God's will?

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  1. Profound truth. And the answer to the last question? Ask Adam and Eve.

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  2. I am the worst at judging. And I've gotten myself burned and in trouble over it, for judging and assuming. And yet, I still struggle. Trying to be better. Hope the moving is moving along.

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  3. I know exactly how you feel. I find myself feeling guilty for the things I can't physically do, like meeting a friend for lunch or going to church. I am in very poor health and I fund myself being jealous of others' good health and mobility. I want to go to church so bad it hurts my heart. I miss being able to just go for a walk without assistance. I miss someone telling me that I matter. I forget that I do.

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