“Talk to the person next to you about what kind of shoes you’d be”
All I could say is “I have no idea”
A retreat with the student ministry of my church,
Connecting with God,
Growing as a group,
Learning and spending time together.
Then it struck.
“What kind of shoes would you be?”
I had no answer,
No real sense of self to fit into a pair of shoes.
Exhaustion and loneliness,
An hour later trying to hide my tears.
They didn’t care that I didn’t know,
They just moved on,
I came up with half an answer,
So had to back track.
“Maybe converse, dependable converse”
I stand by that,
But still worry about what they thought,
A turn around from my first answer,
An actual answer this time,
Well, maybe half an answer.
Identity has been a theme of the past year,
The loss of a relationship that defined me,
Growing deeper in my relationship with God
What shoes am I?
I’m still not 100% sure,
But I can’t wait to find out more.