In effort to encourage others to make the sacrifice to take a mission trip this year I am going to post some old blogs:
Today was my first day home from Peru. It is Sunday morning. Church day.
I walked into my closet to get ready and, due to the huge mess I made last night unpacking from our trip, I had piles of clothes and junk everywhere. I began digging through piles of clothes and shoes.
Where were my brown boots? Not the dark brown boots but the light brown. Not the cowboy books – they were so two years ago. Not the round toe pair. Or the pointy elf like boots because last time I checked (probably two years ago) those were going out of style. I was thinking that the light brown with more of a square toe was what I needed. You know me, style queen. 🙂
While digging through shoe after shoe . . . tennis shoes, running shoes, sandals, dressy shoes, flats, heels, boots, you are getting the picture.
I mean, I have my blog named after high heels for goodness sake. I have me some shoes.
My heart stopped. So many choices. So many shoes.
I sat there in the floor of my closet broken.
Broken because, while I dug through shoe after shoe, I now know one too many children whose only pair of shoes looks like this.