The other day a few of us went prayer walking through Kiev, Ukraine. We stepped off the metro and began walking down the corridor. Another metro must have just arrived since a crowd of people poured out of a nearby opening. They were walking towards us, and within just a few seconds I was caught up in a strong breeze as the crowd rushed by. There I was, walking at a slow pace in a tie dyed skirt I acquired for free in Cambodia, a brown shirt I acquired from a fellow teammate, a green scarf I crocheted in Lesotho, and broken flip flops I got in Thailand. I was walking in the opposite direction of the crowd of people who were dressed head to toe in their designer clothes and boots, mostly consisting of the gray and black color pallet.
I took in this moment, and laughed as I continued walking and praying. I’ve spent a lot of my life trying to fit in somewhere, to blend in, to belong. Now, here I am in Europe wearing clothes that probably would have never filled space in my closet at home, walking at a pace which gives me time to take in an area and appreciate it, heading in the opposite direction of many others. And yet, I am content. I am confident in who I am in HIM. I know the direction I am to go, following GOD.
I do struggle at times with the “image” that surrounds me and a tug to turn and walk in a different direction following others. Of course I want to feel put together and stylish and there are definite moments when I am blessed to do that, but I know there is more. I shared my heart with the ladies of the squad and included the following…
“How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!” – Romans 10:15. As we look in the mirrors that seem to be everywhere, let us see HIS hands, HIS feet, and the beauty of this journey and who we have become.
