They broke, and this is the second time. The first pair was quite expensive and this was the cheapest my wife could find, and both of them broke.⁣

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Imagine 6-8 hour classes, mixed in with work, memorization, and the occasional errands. Oh, I should mention this was also the day I was intensely sick due to some stomach virus, but I wanted to push through so I began the trek to my night class.⁣

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That’s when it happened, I took a wrong step trying to nimbly pass by a few folks that were going to make me late and SNAP, they broke.⁣

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Immediately the difficulty level increased from normal to super hard. Every step I took expended more energy than my last 10. I was slowed down dramatically and most of all, I looked like an idiot trying to step in a way that resembled Professor Moody without his walking stick.⁣

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I think I was in my rights to order an Uber and go home…yet I kept walking.⁣

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I was well in my rights to call my teacher and tell him I was heading home since he knew I wasn’t feeling well…yet, I kept walking.⁣

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I was well in my rights to curse my circumstances, but yet, I kept walking.⁣

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When I got to class I didn’t make a scene. I sat where I always do, praised God, was attentive in class, and didn’t think of my sandal until 2 hours later when I tried to put it back on my foot.⁣

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭.⁣

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There ARE a million reasons for you to turn away, to say, “today isn’t the day.” Or better yet, “I’ll just start tomorrow.”⁣

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You have the reasons, no one is saying you don’t.⁣

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So just be honest and say it with me, ⁣

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“God is not my priority.”⁣

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If you can’t say it, if you hate saying it, if it sounds awkward saying it,⁣

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𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, ⁣

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“God, you ARE my priority.”⁣

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Now walk towards Him with your broken sandal, while tripping, hobbling, crawling, and you’ll forget that anything was ever standing in your way.