Somehow it was connected to a Holy Ground illustration. I didn't get it. Way too deep for me. Our leader Tuesday morning in Nashville ask us to take off our shoes. Nobody did because we did not think he was serious. When he told us to trade a shoe with the person sitting beside us we figured he wasn't joking.
My shoes were newer than Ken's. I got them at a Hilton Head outlet (Rockports) this summer. Not only did Ken's shoe not match mine, but I did not particularly care for his style (probably neither he, mine). I hoped the swap would not be a permanent swap. Ken's foot was bigger than mine. I am so glad there was no hole in my sock. I didn't check Ken's sock, too personal, too uncomfortable. I did shower that morning.
I am going to stop saying, If I were King for a Day. I used to say it all the time. We were not designed to take over another person's job and life for a day. If I wore either of Ken's shoes he would regret it. I would mess things up for Ken. Then, I could go back to being me and mess up my own stuff.
Accept your shoes today. Don't know what that means to you. Don't trade. You were only designed to wear your own. God may give you another pair, but until then, yours is probably more complicated than you can handle alone. Ken and I traded back. I am so glad. He is too, no doubt.
Nashville is finished. Better than I expected. Stetzer was in Lexington yesterday doing his Comeback Churches gig. Awesome. Preaching at Willow this weekend. Hanging out with the fam. Hopefully, we will see Alvin and the Chipmunks. I owe you info on Bee Movie.