I like my stilettos. Black, red, leopard, gold, patent peep toe and hot pink. I like that I become instantly taller, leaner and the woman who walks into the room with a mysterious confidence. My black ones especially say, “professional, hardworking, corporate.”
I am stepping out of these oh-so fabulous shoes 
for these oh-so fabulous shoes! 
for these oh-so fabulous shoes! I like my chacos. They’re orange, how could I not enjoy wearing such random shoes? I feel earthy-chic, bohemian, hippie like. I like that it represents something new and exciting and puts me out of my comfort zone. I would never have chosen these if it weren’t for the Race. As my dad said, “They look like Jesus’ shoes.” They say a different lifestyle than the one I have been living.
These shoes don’t define me. I am not confident or open to new adventures because of the shoes I wear. I am who I am because God has made me this way.
No matter what shoes I wear:
I am walking with Christ.
I am dancing with my God.
I am skipping toward HIM.
I am in love.
…yet…
I’m scared and excited.
..more so excited, but….
Scared and excited to let go of who I am and my past, about brokenness, learning about how big God really is and everything that lies ahead.
I still can’t believe that I am 1 of 100ish that was called to do this. I am so blessed.
Training camp in 4 days….. cannot wait. ; )
i googled dancing with jesus and these all popped up! lol yay!
