In My Shoes

Last night while at church, I went to the platform to sing praises to the Lord. I worship Him, the Giver of life. I pray and I read my Bible. I do all of this in hopes of being a better saint, a better wife and mother, a better friend and leader.

Once finished with my duties, I went to my seat and I took my shoes off, my feet were killing me, I had to have some relief! I had my 3 year old daughter come and sit with my husband and I. All throughout the service, I'd keep an eye on Josey, making sure she was behaving. During one of my glimpses of her, I noticed she had my shoes on. She was out in the aisle, listening intently to the preacher. Even thought they are too big for her, she still likes to put Mommy's shoes on, whether at church, home, or out visiting.

I say all of this, because I got to thinking about this  more seriously. I pray as Josey gets older, that I will always be a good, Godly example for her. That she can say, "My Mommy prays for me and I want to sing like Mommy when I get big!" She is already learning the ways of The Lord, but I want her to be able to have a closer walk with Him as she grows older. When she's sick, she asks for prayer. She'll lift her sweet, little voice in song to our Mighty God, singing about His love and His Awesomeness!

I pray that I fill my shoes so full of doing His will, that she'll always want to walk "In My Shoes" (En Mi Zapatos) and do His will.