If you want to know anything about me, it is that I love boots.  I am a boot loving girl through and through.   The sheer mention of anything of any type of footwear, that does not have “Riding Heel” in the description, makes me break out in a cold sweat.  Which brings me to this little post.

I have a couple of pairs of boots that need to be resoled, one of which is my very favorite pair.  These boots have been shoved in the back of the closet and therefore I keep forgetting to take them into town to be repaired.  Last week I reached in to grab a pair of boots and caught sight of these boots.  The process goes like this.   “Oh man, I need to take these in.”  “Wow, these would go with this outfit.  “It is only one hole, it’s kinda big, but no one will know.”   “Oh, how I miss these boots.  I am just going wear them!”

Running out the front door I realized that even though it had not rained for a couple of days, our sandy soil had not quite soaked up all the water from the last rain.  “Must be careful!” I thought.

As I sat down in class and started to relax and visit with my friends, I kicked back (as cowgirls do) and crossed my legs only to the leave the souls of my boots vulnerable to everyone that walked by.   “Must be careful” I thought.  Needless to say, I spent the day avoiding water, rocks and anything else that would indicate to anyone that the sole of my boot had a gaping hole in it.

Luke 7:36-50 talks about a woman

with a gaping hole in her soul.  She was known as a sinner in her town.  Yet, she knew there was a man who could cleanse her soul.  He was sitting in the house of a Pharisee eating dinner.

A woman (especially one with her reputation) understood the snide remarks, comments, and humiliation that would come if she went to Jesus in the home of this Pharisee.  Yet…she did.  She fell at His feet.  She washed His feet with her tears – she wiped them with the hairs of her head.  She kissed His feet and anointed them with oil.  Because she knew…she knew He could see her soul, He could close that gaping hole.

“Must be careful”…Forgotten.  He forgave her, Christ released her from her shame. She had made herself vulnerable for that very moment.

As we walk this earth, we must understand that all of us have holes in our boots.  Although we may hide them from the world, God knows those holes make us vulnerable, they keep us trapped in shame.  That is why He sent our Savior.  With God, “Must be careful” can be forgotten.  He will make our worn out, old leather boots new again.

 Because he first loved me,
Belinda