Of Life and Romeos.

Sometimes it really is the small things. Sometimes a pair of jeans and my good 'ol romeos.
As I looked down at my romeos while walking home through a light dusting of fresh snow on the ground, they made me happy. The thought came, my life is like a good pair of  romeos. They're a gift that hasn't stopped giving. I've worn this pair for 5-6 years now. They've spent many a day covered in mud as my go-to work boot, to be easily hosed off later, and at times I've rubbed oil into them to make them shine. They work well with ankle socks or wool socks. They've been scuffed up, stepped on, and used for protection. They've come along on most my trips and crossed international borders. By wearing them I have this sense of identity and simple happiness.

My life is like my romeos.
And I think my Creator takes pleasure just in looking at it.
If our chief end is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever, I don't think it's completely out of the question that He takes pleasure in enjoying life with us-forever.

As I angle my face downward and walk into the wind, I keep looking at my feet and smiling at my Oregon identity walked out. God smiles down at my life, at this Oregonian placed in this Alaska life. Just by my simply being here gives Him something to smile about.

Sometimes I look a little worn, sometimes I get a little scuffed up, but isn't that what also gives us character?
My life is a gift that keeps being given me. Sometimes life looks a bit like it's made of hard work- but He's lovingly taught me to love even that- but when He sees I've had a bit of that, He's a good Father who also takes good care of us. He oils me up, allows me to keep going, keep living. Afterwards, after I've been with Him, I even look a bit more attractive too.

Lord, make me soft. Take this leathery stuff and soften me.

And through all of that He continues to give me my identity, He makes me adaptable, and takes me on many an adventure.

Can He walk out His gospel through me?