Threshold

Entry 4 – Heels Chronicle

Went to church this morning on a 4.5-inch heel, and my ankles immediately started doubting their career path.

I've never felt so betrayed by my own feet!

I was honestly wondering - was I walking or wobbling?

Because my legs had joined the rebellion group.

They were a new pair, and the heel was giving everything but balance –

It was iconic,

the perfect match for my dress

and I felt like I had just stepped out of a runway magazine.

Fashion was fashioning, confidence was

confident-ing, but my ankles were giving up.

I almost pulled them off!

But I reminded myself why I ditched my flats in the first place.

Honestly, I was expecting a cute walk– since it's been a while I wore heels.

So I was ready to slay, not stumble!

Besides, the church wasn’t far and I thought I’d handle it easily.

But oh, I was so wrong.

The first stand-up moment? Brutal.

It was a true test of faith!

I felt like I was standing and falling at the same time.

You know that weird moment where your body’s upright, but gravity is just waiting to catch you?

That’s it!

I had to hang on tight, praying for balance and grace.

After a few hours, my feet slightly adjusted to it, but I’ve never been so cautious just to stand up

and greet a new member.

Beauty has its price,

and apparently, mine is 4.5 inches high.

Fashion may turn heads,

but balance keeps you going.

Know the terrain before you stride.

Elegant Chaos !

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Someone gifted me fresh peppers this afternoon.

Fiery little blessings wrapped in red.

Proof that kindness doesn’t always come in flowers.

Sometimes, it boils sweetly in Sunday stew.

Spicy Generosity!