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These shoes, side by side, represent the choice we have in our lives –

Will we live in utilitarian drudgery or will we choose to SPARKLE?

For years the pair on the left was my go-to for work… along with a pair of scrubs that looked official and made me feel stifled and ordinary.

I bought the pair on the right a few weeks ago, after learning that my landlady was asking us to move to make way for her daughter and grandson – and that we had only 50 days to do it!

Imagine… 50 days to sift through 11 years of our accumulated possessions as a family… 50 days to say goodbye to the only home my son has known since he was six-years-old… 50 days to procrastinate, sitting immobilized amongst stacks of books and bric-a-brac and dishes and toys that represent the story of our lives…

Fifty days to freak out realizing that while I know perfectly well how to make my way couch surfing and caretaking, the process is decidedly different with a child in tow… 50 days to find a car that would be reliable enough to not strand us in unfamiliar territory with no one to call for help… 50 days to plan an exit strategy that, given a choice, would never have been
necessary until we had FINALLY BOUGHT our forever home…

Fifty days to say goodbye to the community we have loved his whole life… to friends who have shown us unfailing kindness and whose generosity has been an integral part of our survival and whose love we could not do without… 50 days to imagine a life where my mom isn’t a mere 15 miles away, where my siblings and nieces and nephews won’t be a part of our day-to-day…

But there is another side of this 50 days… 50 days until we launch into the next phase of our lives… 50 days until we get to explore new places and encounter new friends… 50 days until we are relieved of the burden of rent and electric bills and the albatross of this unending financial pressure to make it all work here… 50 days until national forests and a tent under the stars and getting back to basics and learning the rhythms of the Earth and sky… 50 days until our roadschooling adventure takes us to the living history of our great nation; to battlefields and DC and the Smithsonian and the Liberty Bell…

Fifty days until I throw my heart completely into the ring with music and ask God to hold us up and trust Him to do it… 50 days until living by faith becomes more than just a cute bumper sticker slogan… 50 days until we walk into our destiny and see what it holds…

In every hero’s journey there is what is known to filmmakers and novelists as an INCITING INCIDENT… we’re all familiar with it… when the tornado sweeps Dorothy away from Kansas… when Gandalf arrives in Hobbitton and Frodo leaves home with the ring…

These are the moments when the plot twists and the author leads us to discover the simple person in the story is not so simple after all… that the scared school girl is the only one who can stand up to the wicked witch… that the humble hobbit is the only one who can defeat the malevolent forces of Mordor… it is the rocket fuel that launches us into the space we are meant to inhabit… that allows us to see why we were born…

It is the moment when we discover we need a new pair of shoes if we are to navigate the next phase of our journey…

The old shoes – our old ways of being – cannot carry us where we are meant to go… we need to say goodbye to the familiar and constant… to trust our well-being to the journey itself…

The old shoes ARE the past… the ways we have learned to tread water in our lives and get by… but the old shoes are holding us back… the old shoes offer no promise of magic…

The NEW shoes beckon to us… the way they refract the light into a myriad of possibilities… and sometimes they are placed on our feet FOR us, as with Dorothy… we didn’t ASK for this… we didn’t MEAN for this to happen… but the shoes are there, nonetheless, and they will carry us along a path fraught with dangers, inhabited by unlikely friends, paved in the gold of wisdom that will carry us to our destiny…

I do not know what lies ahead on the path we are about to take, but I do have faith that the Author of this life has already written the story and that the ending will be a good one…

We recently watched the film, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. The young Indian man who runs the hotel has a favorite saying and I think it is perfect to leave you with today –

“Everything will be alright in the end… if it’s not alright, it’s not the end…”

Blessings on YOUR Journey!

M

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