Her Shoes

 

She explains to me that her shoes are bothering her. They are filled with debris from running in this field. She doesn’t like the way the leaves and such feel between her toes. I know for all the time she continues to lament about the little annoyances in her shoes that she will soon forget and be one her way exploring again. Often just the act of listening and offering your empathy during these moments are what you are called to do. I could not remove or prevent that debris from getting into her shoes but I offered her my own understanding of how those things made her feel. She promptly emptied her shoes, brushed off her feet, slipped on those golden flats and dashed off. Simply knowing someone has understood your suffering can change your outlook.