My shoes....

When I first read this poem called, "Ugly Shoes", it really made me feel like others in this world feel the same as I do. But then I got convicted...Others in this WORLD do feel the same as I. I am wrong. This poem is entitled ugly shoes, but I don't exactly think of them as ugly. I just think of them as shoes. They are creating me into a woman instead of a girl. And, as long as I allow God to fill these shoes with me, they could NOT be ugly shoes. Maybe to the world, but not me..

I know that a lot of other women I know share these shoes. They may not look the same as mine. They may be green, pink, or white... while mine are a lovely shade of gray rain color. Be inspired to make your shoes not ugly. Be inspired to turn your pain into something beautiful. I am inspired...I don't want ugly shoes.

I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in other's eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not
theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try to walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so that they don't hurt quite so
much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think
about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child. __________________