Put Your Best Foot Forward, Toward Heaven

We only have peace when we are what we are supposed to be, when like an old shoe we step into who we really are.

This is a treatise on old shoes.

Old leather.

On what we have worn into.

On what we have grown with; what we have molded through labor; what fits like a glove.

Such is the soul at comfort with itself, and at peace with God.

Such is the soul attached to what the soul is meant to be attached to.

There is the feeling of an old shoe.

It doesn't hurt. We don't trip over it. It steps in the right direction.

Such is the soul that rises easily with nothing forced, coerced, anxious, or antagonistic.

Such is the soul that follows the designs of God.

True comfort comes from: truth.

And the truth is always available in the recesses of our hearts.

Everyone is born with a sense of right and wrong.

Only when all the wrong has been purged are we comfortable in our own skin (leather).

Only when all wrong has been purged do we lose fear of death.

For deep, deep inside -- deepest -- the soul knows where it stands with God.