While packing for our week-end visit to Montreal, I had a Holy Spirit nudge to bring along brown high-heeled fashion boots—boots I've only worn twice since buying them five years ago. (I have difficulty balancing on heels any higher than a Montreal bagel.)
So I tucked the boots into my bag and didn’t think about them again until we were ready to come home. That’s when I wondered why I had felt prompted to bring the boots. I certainly had no desire to wear them. With all the weekend walking up and down the streets of Montreal, a blister had developed on my little right toe causing me to limp in my sneakers.
Maybe I was meant to give the boots to someone. But who?
When home, while emptying the boots out of my bag, I asked the Lord, “What was that about?”
“Obedience,” came the quiet answer.
This brought to mind Abraham’s act of obedience—if you can compare being willing to sacrifice an only son on a mountain to being willing to take a pair of fashion boots to Montreal—done simply because God said so.