These are my Oboz hiking boots. This morning I threw them on untied, rushing around to gather what I wanted to bring with me, racing against the sun that was just starting to poke its head above the skyline.
I love sunrises.
I finally tied the laces on my boots and hiked toward the light. The bright orange was filtering through winter bare trees, and when you see it like that you're thankful there's a time when the leaves die and fall off.
These boots keep my feet warm and give me great support, kind of like my husband,.
My name is Lana. I have hope. I believe hope doesn't mean the absence of despair. It's about what you do with it, where you land with it, and what you choose to agree with. I agree with the Son of Man Jesus, Love personified. I agree with the sunrise that reminds us night doesn't last forever. I agree with the hope of the empty tomb.
I fear not living out my full purpose.
I love God. I love my creative husband, and my family. I love people. I love to find all the things to love about each person, God's masterpiece.
This post was written just before an ankle sprain that has kept Lana off her feet for nearly a month. Prayers appreciated!