Unnoticed initially, the bottoms of his shoes were almost fully worn through. It had become such a part of him that he didn’t even think to mention it. It was the everyday walking, the constancy, that wore away his soles.
Sometimes I wonder if our process of becoming holy is similar: the everyday challenges, the ones we face head on, without even really thinking about them, could they actually be wearing our souls down so that we hear Him and follow Him?
How many miles are we putting on our spiritual souls? How are we moving forward, even when it hurts? I think I’ve learned something…and I’ll be pondering it for many days to come.
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