Boot Scootin’ and Dream Walkin’

I live in West Texas with bunches of ‘normal’ people—and cowboys. It is not unusual to go somewhere and hear the familiar ‘thud/clink thud/clink thud/clink’ produced by someone walking by wearing boots with spurs. I grew up in a big city, and when I moved to small-town Texas, let’s say I experienced culture shock that lasted for several years. Surprise, snickers, and scornful thoughts often crossed my heart path before I adjusted to Texas.

We all have to adapt to the culture around us in order to become effective members of our community. I rebelled for awhile, but now, I love Texas, and I own three pairs of cowboy boots. (No spurs, though).

My thoughtful husband bought me my first pair of boots for my 50th birthday. He took a risk and said he wanted something to match my personality and something to complement my destiny—colorful and outrageous! Surprisingly, the boots were a hit (pictured).

I view my boots and my small boot ‘collection’ as a prophetic picture of transformation—from a shy, ‘don’t-make-waves’ kind of girl to a much bolder, kick-butt, dream-interpreting minister/pioneer. I know I am called to go into dark, discouraging spaces to bring light and encouragement.

Boots are ‘equipment’ for protection, peace-bringing, and STYLE. A tangible reminder of who I am, where I live, and how I am to live. I want to be instrumental in stomping out evil negativity wherever I go, with supernatural power and creative flair, inspiring others to walk a similar path. My boots have taken me through some fun adventures.

A friend told me about a dream she had recently—as she is starting a new outreach with prisoners. She was given a new, fancy outfit, and some beautiful, shining, golden boots. They radiated light.  Because of her dream, she felt loved, excited, and ready to launch.

Now that’s what I’m talking about . . . boot scootin’ two-steppin’ destiny! Yeehaw!

I reckon the time is NOW that we all should, in our own style—Boot up and Boot out!

Boot Scootin’ and Dream Walkin’