Broken, and Beating.
"I'm finished and done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colorless dreams..." The Fellowship of the Unashamed The leather was worn. Those new boots, the ones I had opened up for Christmas, now had round marks on the toes. Three months it took for new leather in dark caramel, that used to shine so brightly, to fade to light camel brown. I guess you could say I'm tough on my things. Especially shoes and blue jeans. My favorite pairs I wear until the holes in them are straight through to my skin and there's no hiding it anymore. But when I find things I love, I just love them. Completely. Fully. Totally. Everyday. But I was sad, the day I looked down at these brand new boots and saw the imperfection. I thought about who would notice, and how tacky it would look to wear them to work. And as I analyzed the two smudged circles where the leather had faded, I began to smile. My faded toes were from kneeling. Moments of prayer had found me on my knees daily