Reflections 1/7/2020: Sadly, more true than I want to admit! My shoe rack still has remnants of each of these eras, and I occasionally squeeze my foot (which expanded 1/2 inch with each pregnancy) into the stiletto pumps of my 20’s… not to actually wear, but as a sort of time machine to transport me back to the days of Saturday Night Fever! How the hell was that EVER comfortable to wear… much less dance in? But it was! Fun days… but so have been the sneaker, Croc and flip flop seasons. Thank You for them ALL, Lord! And for the kiddos that made letting go of the previous footwear fulfilling! And for the perspective to look back on all of them with fondness without needing, or even wanting to go back to live there again! Contentment… even in my unattractive, “sensible” shoes! Hmmm… I think it is easier to be content with the past when the present and future still look bright. And for me that brightness is born of Your present-tense Presence… and Your future-tense Promises. I am not alone, or on my own no matter what! Even death is swathed in both of these. “In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, THAT WHERE I AM, THERE YOU MAY BE ALSO.” (Jn.‬ ‭14:2-3‬) The Promise of Your Presence! Brightness! Hmmm, maybe in Heaven we just go barefoot… with no pedicures necessary!