Strip off the socks, strip off the shoes, the flip flops, the sweaty sneakers, the crocks. The wet grass feels like heaven. Let the sticks poke you just a little, let the sand get in between your toes. The feet that sink way down deep in hot garden soil making prints that will fill with rain water when it comes. Let the risk of a sliver out weigh the safety of the shoe. Let the hot sun bore down on the tops of your feet, let the feet get dirty, let them feel what they walk upon. Let the bare feet get good and used to being free while they can. While your feet are free, you can't wait for the other shoe to drop. You can't feel the ties binding, and the restrictions of germs and icky floors, of all you have been warned about. Just let the summer soak you up, and walk with confidence. Precious moments come from such simple pleasures as these. Remember well the days you could barely walk, where you flopped like a rag doll, asleep on the grass, the wagon, the couch. Never dwell too long on the suffering you've endured, but never forget it the same. These are the SAME feet, the same ones that walked and limped the halls, these feet will lead you through life, in HIS footprints. Let them out for a romp, my boy, let them be light and let them enjoy the goodness of what's to come.
Deuteronomy 5:33 You shall walk in all the way that the LORD your God has commanded you,
that you may live, and that it may go well with you, and that you may
live long in the land that you shall possess.