Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evilEphesians 5:15-16 ESV
“If these walls could talk.”
I grew up hearing extended family speak those words, then pause. It seemed as though an imaginary key was rediscovered during that pause – one that unlocked a room where life stories lived.
I drew near when loved ones shared chapters from their lives. Some spoke with muted tones of melancholy; others hee-hawed with laughter and a wink. Now those stories live with me. I learned something from hearing stories inspired by “these walls.”
I’m fascinated by the things that inspire us to pause and reflect on life. I always think of summer nights with my little sister when I see lightning bugs, and the scent of Coppertone sunscreen takes me back to beach trips as a kid.
Not so long ago, I tripped over one of the most endearing sources for life stories I know.
The shoe tray inside my back door is more than a corral for shoes. It’s become a testimony to the life stories of those who dwell here, those who stop by, and those I no longer see.
The most recent additions are those of my grandson who is toddling his way through life. His tiny, blue Crocs alongside my not-so-petite sneakers represent a new story – another life intertwining with mine.
Whether we see a pile of shoes or a pair, they point to our realm of influence for Christ.
Our shoes change according to seasons, stages of life, and the terrain we cover. The real story of our lives is told by how we walk.
As Christians, we know “the way” (John 14:6 ESV). The question is, does my walk align with His Word?
I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.Ephesians 4:1-3 ESV
I recall when my daughter-in-love’s shoes joined ours. Does she sense the peace of God when we’re together?
I reflect on when my granddaughter’s shoes were smaller. Is she more secure in my love for her with each passing year?
I remember when my shoes didn’t hold orthotics (mercy). Am I grateful for every step granted with my people?
So many souls. Such varied stories. So little time.
I’m learning not to huff when I trip over wayward shoes (yes, I do huff at times). Instead, I pray to play a part in guarding against wayward souls. How about you?
You, dear friend, are honored with a realm of influence gifted from our Father. Perhaps the following prompts will be a guide to considering the way in which we’re walking:
- Locate one pair of shoes in your dwelling that belongs to another soul.
- Take a few moments to focus on the person who wears those shoes.
- What praise can you offer to our Father for him or her?
- What petitions can you submit for this one – what are their needs?
- Consider the way your walk is intertwined with the soul whose shoes you see.
- Seek God for His will in your shared journey.
Perhaps you need strength or guidance to share the Gospel. Maybe patience and kindness are the keys to encouraging them to walk well. Sometimes allowing them to witness the truth of our struggles combined with faith in our Father is what speaks best.
All of God’s people walk in the power of His grace, and we have the opportunity and the honor to influence our people for His glory.
And when our walk is complete, may we find joy in knowing we gave our utmost to the call. May the next generation praise Him for the way in which we walked.
The real story of our lives is told by how we walk. Charla Matthews #parents #parentingTweet