I was looking at the bottom of my shoes this morning and noticed that they were starting to crack. This was interesting to me because it made me realize that I have really been out in Western New York for 12 months. It brought back a lot of memories. It also made me think that I can relate life to these shoes. We go around as missionaries and get yelled at sworn at and all kinds of things. We may crack just like the bottom of my shoes but we keep going. I put my shoes on every morning and walk out the door. I keep going every time something or someone yells or may do something offensive. It is a cool to think that my shoes are wearing out because I know that the last 12 months have been good.
