It could have been me. And just the hope and prayers that, you know, if, if the shoes were switched, that you know, Laci would do the same thing for me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I looked into the eyes of the people who knew Laci best, I saw something I didn't want to see: a group of people who desperately loved Laci, and who were beginning to suspect she wasn't coming home.
The most outrageous shoe that I had to do was a shoe where the person gave me stones - precious stones - and say that I could do anything with precious stones.
It was just the greatest feeling to see a kid with your shoes on.
I don't know what in the world happened. I don't know if it was the power of the prayer or God himself, but it just reached out, either while I was driving or walking down the sidewalk or sleeping, and it just - the power of God in Jesus just grabbed me... All of a sudden, I just believed in Jesus Christ. I did, I believed in him!
I myself, however wretched I may be, have been occasionally privileged to sit at the feet of the Lord Jesus, and to the extent that his merciful love allowed, have embraced with all my heart, now one, now the other, of these feet.
I get so bummed when I have to return the clothes I'm lent. It's easy to feel so special, but like Cinderella, you lose your shoes.
I no longer run barefoot.
It finally became clear to me that they had no hopes of my ever walking again.
They went into my closets looking for skeletons, but thank God, all they found were shoes, beautiful shoes.
I shall begin my march for Camp tomorrow morning. It was not in my power to move until I could procure shoes for the troops almost barefoot.