How Beautiful are the...Shoes

It happens frequently.

I met a friend for lunch. She handed me a bag with a shoebox in it.   

“I saw these sandals and thought of you.

And they were on the clearance rack!” 

I helped a friend with a special event and refused the payment she offered. The next day when we were shopping, she watched as I pondered the purchase of walking shoes. Once I’d made my decision, she grabbed the shoebox out of my hands and marched to the checkout line. 

I commented on the unique footwear of an entire wedding party. Soon afterwards a package arrived from the mother of the bride that contained my personalized pink and green version. 

I signed up for a Couch to 5K program, thinking my basic tennis shoes would carry me through the weeks of training. When that wasn’t the case, I asked a fellow runner, the district manager of an athletic shoe store chain, what type I should consider buying. 

“Call me when you want to visit our store,” she replied. 

“I’ll tell my manager to fit you.” 

Then she smiled. 

“And my family would like to buy the shoes for you.” 

I told you. I have favor when it comes to shoes. 

I don’t know why my feet are so blessed. But I like to think it’s because of the places they take me and the people there who could not only use some good news, but especially, the Good News. 

I’m not saying Romans 10:15 was written with me in mind, but when I step on the plane June 17 for my sixth trip to Romania, I’ll have the verse handwritten and packed in a favorite pair of socks. It will remind me that although my shoe benefactors, Cheryl, Cathi, Tammy and Sheila, won’t be physically going with me, thanks to their support (and not just in regards to shoes) my feet are beautifully shod. 

"And how will anyone go and tell them without being sent? That is why the Scriptures say, 'How beautiful are the feet of messengers who bring good news!'" (Romans 10:15 NLT)