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Thursday, January 05, 2006

~ There's No Place Like Home ~

~ There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home. ~

How many times have we wished we could simply click our heals and, presto, return to or visit someplace else? In the middle of a horrible day full of sick children, barking dogs and ringing phones ~ oh, if only we could click and “there’s no place like home” ourselves to a bubble bath surrounded by candles and sounds of tranquil waterfalls. Or, while a co-worker gives us a piece of their, seemingly very little, mind, or we receive that dreaded news from the doctor, ~ if only with a click and “there’s no place like home” we are back in a less turbulent more stable period of our lives. The Lord gives us feet with power to go and be what we could never be with our own power......Just like the girl with the red sparkly shoes on the Wizard of Oz who had an undiscovered great power within her to return home.

Dorothy had beautiful, red, priceless, sparkling shoes. Maybe it was the new victory over a tiny sin I had been wrestling with, but, I felt compelled to look at my feet….and have a humble tear of complete awe for His grace, mercy and love. My Jesus gives me my own “Dorothy Shoes”. I have been washed by His beautiful, perfect, red blood. Once I crushed that sin, He gave me beautiful feet again. Look at your feet? Do you have “Dorothy shoes”? Are they sparkling? Do you utilize the power within your shoes?

Dorothy Shoes – My daughter has had 3 pairs and has worn them anywhere from church to the grocery store, from the swimming pool to her brother’s baseball games. She loves them, and wears them with such pride that I think she stands taller and shines a little brighter when she has them on. And, people notice her. These shoes draw attention – they bring comments of “those are beautiful”, “oh, can I have a pair”, and “where did you get those”. I wonder if my Shoes sparkle enough for others to notice their beauty and desire a pair of their own.

Do I wear my Dorothy Shoes everywhere I go? Are they on when I am disciplining my independent 5 year old? Are they on as I do my daily errands and come into contact with a world that can be selfish and unkind? I wonder if I am sure to leave them on as I let my hair down and relax with my friends? I need to wear these precious shoes everywhere I go too.

Just as my daughter stands with pride when her shoes are on – When we are wearing our blood washed feet, we also walk a little taller and lighter. We have been released from the guilt and weight of sin and can walk in His light and love. When we are serving Him and there is nothing blocking complete communion with Him we have the confidence to be who He created us to be.

And, oh, if only I can draw attention to my Savior as my daughter’s shoes grab the attention of anyone who is around her. Do others look at my life and say “that is beautiful”, “can I have my own life like that”, or, “where did you get such peace and joy”? I want a presence that sparkles and draws attention to the One who gives true life.......

In those beautiful shoes is the power to have compassion for others, conquer our witches of sin, bravely persevere to the end, and eventually return to a loving home. The shoes have been bought with a price of His eternal love and are ours with the decision to simply ask Him to put the shoes on our feet as we invite Him into our heart and our lives.

So, as you continue through your journey through your own land of Earth, I urge you to be sure you have asked Him to give you the beautiful, blood red, sparkling shoes of forgiveness and redemption. You will draw others to comment “where can I get peace and joy like that”. Then, be sure you wear those powerful shoes everywhere you go ~ because, there truly is no place like our Father’s Home, there is no place like our Father’s Home, there is no place like our Father’s Home.

Excerpt from the He Keeps Us Faithbooking Devotional ~ There's No Place Like Home available at Scrapbookers Bubble Bath.

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