When I am helping Jake with his homework and feeling frustrated that he can't remember a word, do I remember that it really is a lot of work to begin to string letters and sounds together into words and sentences?
When Abby is pretending something in her little preschooler world and I want her to finish a task or hurry to go somewhere, do I pause to remember the joy of childhood and let her finish what she's doing?
|My mom sent these cute wooden Dutch shoes, and both girls love them!|
Do I think of what it's like in Cameron's shoes when he gets up early to go to work all week and has school all weekend?
Do I think of what it's like in my neighbor's shoes? Or the shoes of the rude driver in front of me? Or the grumpy person at the check-out stand? Do I think of what I could do to lighten their burdens?
Isn't Christ's knowledge of what it's like in each of our shoes one thing that we adore about Him?
I don't have Christ's omniscience. I don't even have His perfect love. Not yet. But I can keep trying to think of what it's like in someone else's shoes.