Esther-Esetere

This was the first time I had ever imagined this, infact it was far too vivid to be an imagine. I know what I saw, within a blink of an eye. A vision.

I did really see my toes. They were mine in my gold sandals. What had I caught a glimpse of? Who would I become.

I looked at my toes, and saw myself wearing feminine elegant gold shoes with a loud red nail polish. You can imagine my suprise. An imagination so far from my usual interest and choice of dressing.

Perhaps, I had just seen myself another time and in a different place. I had just seen a glimpse of hope. You must understand that this was an unlikely occurence to a familiar disposition. I had bathed earlier than usual, in hope that I would be able to spend the rest of the day undistracted in prayer and seeking the face of God. It was not a good space. I needed the whole day…time to petition and present my case to God. It had been an unexpectedly diificult year and now that the new year was soon approaching, anxiety was setting in. I woke up around 2am, contemplations; unspoken prayers; thoughts racing at the back of my mind. I could have been woken up by the restlessness of worry buried in the subconscious. And now…distracted by those dazzling shoes.

The imagery was odd; yet it stirred something on the inside of me. Hope came alive. I felt a hope rise up on the inside of me.

My stomach had been visited with relief. An unfamiliar friend as opposed to the nerveousness and running stomach. It had been in knots. I couldnt help it. Comfort came through singing psalms and reading a scripture; here and there. I encouraged myself in the Lord.

There are moments, times, seasons in our journeys where you you trust in God because you know that He is God. In His hands you will always be, its the state of your wellness that’s in question. Hopeless but alive.

I am greatful for those dazzling gold sandals. In the midst of what seemed a bleak tomorrow, I now knew that it wouldnt be possible. Who would wear those shoes? I must, I must be prepared and start to prepare. Ohh…Cinderella.

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Who would I become?

That the question that came to heart. If I had seen these shoes, surely there was a future and occasion for them to be worn. A promise presented. If the shoe fits well….

God. In the midst of uncertainty He stretched my imagination and caused hope to rise. There was something to live for. A future that had already been exisiting only waiting to be stepped into. The footsteps of the righteous are ordered by the Lord.

He leades us into green pastures and places of hope. Faith. Hope. Love.

It was a different day. Everything shifted in the pool of Bethesda. I went in absent minded. I think it was good for me…it seems I could only be aware of that reality through a different mind state. Absent but present in another time. Who would I become.

And so…the one in the bath time was now preparing to meet the one in the shoes. Hi. Hello. Nice shoes.

It doesn’t matter how great your shoes are if you don’t accomplish anything in them

Martina Boone