I ordered myself some combat boots this week. Yes, you read that right, combat boots!
When I told my mom she was incredulous, saying that when she was a kid one of the highest insults you could give out was, "Your Mama wears combat boots."
Well, hoping they fit well and I can use them, that's exactly what this Mama plans to do!
You may still be scratching your head over why on earth I would ever make such a fashion choice, Confession time here - I would have never imagined myself in combat boots until I saw these adorable flowered ones. They immediately spoke to me that while I am in daily battle here, the journey is cushioned and liberally sprinkled with God's grace, just as these otherwise ugly, utilitarian boots are sprinkled in beautiful roses.
Here's a related article I just found, that I posted about a month before my strokes.
|Found at Sweet Blessings.|
And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart. - Galatians 6:9Edited to add: Read more of the story just past Jenni's 3 year mark and view a three-minute interview that opens with these boots!