We are back from missionary training. What an awesome experience. We are so thankful to have gone through MTI. Now, we are faced with yet another move, and this time, we are REALLY getting rid of things. Every piece of furniture is going except for the crib, any excess clothes are being consigned. And my shoes, my beautiful shoes, are going too.
Whenever anyone saw me, make no mistake, if I was dressed up I would be wearing some killer high heels. I LOVE shoes. Is it ok for a missionary to admit that? LOL. I came back from training knowing that I’d have to purge myself of excess clothes and shoes. I pick each pair of heels up. I look longingly at them savoring each memory I have of the days I wore them. Some, I wore only a couple of times, others hold meaningful memories. Such as, my “graduation shoes”, “Easter shoes”, and my favorite: “Christmas shoes” (they REALLY sparkle). I must sound so silly to you. I feel silly while typing this.
One thing that we learned at MTI was how to properly say “goodbye”. You see, to me, these shoes are not just shoes, they hold memories. For example, here I am looking at some beautiful white shoes (they are so cute). The following is what goes through my head: “Hmmmm… white shoes… so pretty…. Mom got those for me for Easter. Easter. What will it be like in Belize? Easter…. FAMILY… MOM… Oh, I’m going to miss my mommy.” So you can see, how each pair of shoes brings back a memory, how with each pair of shoes I’m not just letting go of the actual physical shoe, I’m also dealing with saying goodbye to family members and friends, and some traditions that I hold dear.
I admit, there are a couple pairs of fancy shoes that I held on to, and that’s ok. God has taught me so much this year. One big lesson is that my worth is in Him. I will always LOVE to shop, I will ALWAYS love shoes, but for such a time as this, God has asked me to put that aside. You know what? I have finally decided that it’s ok with me. I can do that. The shoes are gone, but the sweet memories are still there.