Walking Barefoot on the Rocks

On the island that I call home some of the most serene beaches are the ones tucked behind rocky barriers. To reach them, one must navigate coral, volcanic rock and sandstone with slippers in hand. Attempting to balance and grip one’s way across the rocky terrain while wearing shoes would be arduous at best, perilous at worst. Of course, walking barefoot through sharp stones, hot rocks and pokey coral isn’t exactly gentle on the feet either.  Yet the soft, welcoming sand and blissful solitude that await make the journey worth every “ouch” and “oh, that’s hot!”

I thought about this today as I was navigating a Friday that turned out completely different than I had planned. I had visions of a day filled with fun fall activities since I had completed the bulk of my week’s projects and goals. But a rough night and a late morning start turned chaos into minor catastrophe, and I wasn’t able to quite salvage the day despite my best attempts. Midway through my frantic Friday I literally thought to myself, “I feel like I am walking across rocks in bare feet – jumping from one rough rock to another sharp one only to spring on to another painful point.” But my train of thought didn’t pause there for I remembered the peaceful lagoon that was always waiting around the rugged bend. I started to sift through the moments of my day to find the sand, seashells and soothing surf.

There were the first compliments my son has ever voluntarily spoken to me: “Mommy, is that a new shirt you’re wearing? It’s beautiful.” “Your hair is so beautiful.”  The innocent inquiries of “Are you feeling a little bit happy now?” And finding a new tickle spot on my baby that generated incredible belly laughs. I also cannot deny that days such as these allow me to connect and empathize with my circle of mom friends in such a special way; I really don’t think I would trade this camaraderie for a carefree life of perfection and ease.  On days like today there is no escaping the rough, painful areas of my character; however, there is also no escaping the great mercy of my Savior who never fails to wash my tired feet and offer hope to my soul.

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Aloha! This blog is a window into the active mind of a wife, mother, woman and individual. I may be busy every moment of every day, but I still have time to think. Many seasons have blossomed and faded within my life, and this blog has endured through all of them. It is safe to say that my writing has matured because of them. I hope that you will be inspired to think in fresh ways as you read my writing. To Jesus be all the glory.
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One Response to Walking Barefoot on the Rocks

  1. Amanda Chang says:

    I think there needs to be a Shelby quote book!!!

    This is AMAZING!!! –> “On days like today there is no escaping the rough, painful areas of my character; however, there is also no escaping the great mercy of my Savior who never fails to wash my tired feet and offer hope to my soul”

    On Fri, Oct 20, 2017 at 3:07 PM weeklythoughtexchange wrote:

    > wordvessel posted: “On the island that I call home some of the most serene > beaches are the ones tucked behind rocky barriers. To reach them, one must > navigate coral, volcanic rock and sandstone with slippers in hand. > Attempting to balance and grip one’s way across the rocky ” >

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