I love to walk. My Birkenstocks have been faithful servants over many kilometres and have almost reached their end, one more outing to Kenya in January, where the African soil will finish them.
They carry memories of huge heart journeys, many hours spent in companionship with Paul, friends and family. Many hours spent with God, walking and worshipping, praying and processing life.
In these shoes I’ve welcomed grandchildren, grieved losses, birthed new vision, celebrated beauty and truth, explored new paths, rested on beaches, withdrawn in solitude and silence. So many riches invested and deposited.
If these shoes could talk