I sat by the river of heaven today and dangled my feet in the water -while wearing my new shoes. Yep, I got some new shoes, and no, the water doesn’t damage them. And they’re gorgeous.

At first, I thought they were burgundy silk, but as they fit themselves to my feet, they came alive and morphed into magenta and then deep purple, and back again, depending on which way I turned.  They massaged and caressed my feet as though I had laid them in a bed full of squirming kittens.

It all began this morning when I went to the Courts of Heaven to face an accuser who’s been causing lots of heartache and tears lately.  He stepped up bullishly to the bench and declared his right to harass me because I wasn’t wearing my shoes.

“My shoes?” I repeated in surprise.

“Yeah, the ones you abandoned at the same time you left witchcraft.”  He snarled with a grin.

Speechless, I turned to my heavenly adviser who whispered.  “You got your shoes when you were 15 years old.  They represented your gift of Prophesy.  You only understood part of that gift during the years in witchcraft.  Remember how accurate you were with Tarot cards?  That was because of the gift.  But when you left witchcraft, you abandoned the shoes thinking they belonged to witchcraft rather than you.”

“What am I supposed to do now?”  I asked, and instantly we were outside the courtroom, standing in a private corner of the courtyard while I remembered those years and the unusual sense of knowing exactly what each card reading meant.  But I didn’t remember shoes.

I used to describe my years in witchcraft, by saying, “When I turned away from God.”  But one day Father had replied, “When did you turn away from Me?  I don’t remember that.”

As that conversation unfolded, He explained that my journey into witchcraft was unlike anyone else.  I hadn’t rebelled or rejected Him.  I simply wanted to know why Christians were afraid of witchcraft.  It made no sense.  If Father God was LOVE itself, and He was bigger than anything, including evil, then what was there to fear?  So I had gone in search of answers.

However, my Biblical doctrine said I had gone far away from Father God and that meant I was on my own, without Him.  So, believing I was without LOVE and without my only source of renewal, I spiralled into hopelessness and contemplated suicide.

Then, in a last-ditch effort to see if He still cared, I reached up.  And whoa, boy, He responded like the immense ocean of LOVE that He is.  He wrapped me in a tube like a transporter beam on Star Trek and it filled with water – light – music – love – healing that flooded me for minutes, hours, days, and weeks until I was restored.

After I healed, I blamed witchcraft for my downward spiral and threw everything connected to it, into the dumpster.  So, there were shoes in that pile?  It was certainly possible.  I didn’t know much in those days.  And since I was determined to banish anything that could separate me from His LOVE, I could certainly have abandoned shoes that I didn’t even know existed.  But I was just a silly girl.  I had yet to discover that nothing can separate me from His LOVE.

But, now that I knew about my shoes, I wanted them back.  So, I immediately asked for them and they came to my feet instantly.  Ooh, wee!!!

Now I had my shoes on and in a flash we were back in the courtroom finishing up the confrontation with my accuser.  He had no legal grounds to attack me.  But there hadn’t been legal grounds for the attacks even before I had my shoes on because my sins and ignorant decisions were covered by the blood of Jesus.  They always had been.

Still, it was nice to get my shoes back even though they are simply a representation of my gift, just as my gown represents my character and personality.  Everything in the spirit realm represents something.  Every item, every color, every design, has deep personal significance.  We literally wear our hearts on our sleeves, so to speak.  And since everything has a time and a season, I have a sneaky suspicion I’m going to need my shoes, soon.

After the court proceedings, we went to the river and that’s where I discovered that dangling my shoes in the water doesn’t hurt them!  Ironically, it just feels like heaven. Lol!

I hope you’ve got your shoes on!  Someone’s looking at them!

Blessings on your journey,

Faith