Planting my Boots & Hanging my Coat on Jesus

Moss is growing on our walking trail. It’s just beautiful. Amidst all the brown dirt and leaves, there is this beautiful green trail, like God rolled out the green carpet just for me.

I ran out to take pictures the other day and ended up sick. Later, I heard that the pollen level was high. I missed hearing Becky Wade, one of my favorite Christian authors, speak in the Dallas area.

But I wondered what makes moss grow? I don’t remember it growing here the past years, but it’s amazing how much we can forget from year to year. 

Wikipedia wrote, “Mosses are small flowerless plants that typically grow in dense green clumps or mats, often in damp or shady locations.” Wikipedia went on to say that it doesn’t have seeds. I found that interesting. Something so soft and colorful and so plentiful could be seedless and flowerless. And soon, it will all be gone as though it were never there.

I love walking the mossy trail because my boots don’t get so dirty. And I don’t have to scrape them off as much when I walk back inside.

And it made me think about what is covering my life’s ground. Am I allowing Jesus, my beautiful Savior, to cover my ground? Or am I resorting to damp and shady locations?

I’ve had a rough week. It sounds silly to say that because I’m healthy and so are the girls. But one needs dental surgery to help her receding gum line, probably from her braces causing her teeth to move too rapidly. The other needs two wisdom teeth removed. Thankfully, she only has two. One daughter’s high school graduation is bearing down on me, and my mind wishes she could just stay little. And I’ve got more issues to add to the list, but I won’t do that to you.

I’m afraid my path is being covered with anxiety and feardamp and shady. And I don’t want something temporary covering my ground. I certainly don’t want anxiety and fear to take up permanent residence either. I don’t want damp or shady.

Rolling things over and over in my mind can initially seem colorful and a soft place to step, because it’s my secret. Only God knows. But soon it becomes plentiful, and worry crowds out all good and good sense.

So what do I do?

I run to God. I run to Him in prayer. He’s my place of rest. And I plant my worn out boots on Him. He’s permanent in my life, and I want to reflect that, reflect His calmness, assurance, trust. I want to cover my boots in Him and never scrape Him off.

Because He makes walking this life’s path easier, more enjoyable, more peaceful.

Like the palm leaves placed down for Jesus, I want to place down my faith in Him. For Him to see, and for my heart to see. And I want to give Him a solid and dependable place to grow, and a solid place for me to trod. I want to welcome Him to my life, my problems, my heartaches, my joys.

I don’t want to hang my coat on things that are seedless and flowerless. I don’t want my relationship with Him to be seedless and flowerlessgone in time, poof, as though He were never there.

I want to hang my coat on Him.

The One strong and sturdy. The One standing. The One who will make me stand, when life feels like it’s dragging me down. I want Him to take center stage, take my hand, allowing the seedless and flowerless to disappear.

For the rest of my days. Because He meets me in the damp and shady.


Has life been hard for you lately? What action do you take to make God center stage? How do you plant your boots and hang your coat on Jesus?

8 thoughts on “Planting my Boots & Hanging my Coat on Jesus

  1. Thank you, Shelli, for this honest and comforting post. Like you, I run to Him when “anxiety and fear–damp and shady” hound me. Not knowing how difficult this past weekend and this week would be I now see God's hand in having me write out Philippians 4:6-7 on my chalkboard earlier this month. I'm leaning into those words–His Word–as my husband and I go down a painful parent path. I see Providence at work, but it still hurts.
    Blessings & hugs as you (and all of us) continue to cling to Christ ~ Wendy


  2. Oh, Wendy … a painful parent path. I don't want to hear that. But I know it's all about learning, and sometimes learning the hard way. I have my testimony. And it's all about discovering your own relationship with Christ … needing Him, coming to the point of really needing Him … and answering the question: Is this walk with Christ my parents' or my own? And making it your own. I remember too well. I'm praying for you. Keep us in your prayers, too, please … xoxoxo


  3. Great post Shelli. I've battled moss in certain areas of my backyard for years. I've treated it, but it always came back. Exposing the area to constant sunlight was the best cure. Keeping life's anxieties exposed to God's light works much the same for me.


  4. I love that, Gene … “keeping life's anxieties exposed to God's light” … love that. Because it's so tempting to keep things to ourselves. We don't want people to think we worry too much, don't want to be one to always talk about our problems, don't want people to want to run when they see us coming … but it's amazing how just sharing with one or two, those who will pray for you … it calms us after it rattles us … but then doors start opening … you begin to see God moving. You always bless me, Gene.


  5. Knowing He is your resting place. Knowing He is the one you turn to. Knowing He is already paving a way for these dental issues and payments and timing to work out. In knowing that. You've won the battle, my friend. Confess it aloud. Ask for clarity. Sometimes I beg for it. For discernment to know.

    How people live without Him, I don't know. my friend…and prayers.


  6. Amen, Melodie. I don't know how people make it without Him either. And I probably get more concerned about them getting hurt, enduring pain, than anything. I get concerned about the gum surgery for my daughter … fearful it won't work. But … God already knows. xoxo


  7. Shelli, truly a beautiful post. I've definitely had times in my life where I've walked in the shade, rather than in the sunshine. Those anxieties sure multiply and grow fast. My mind and heart get so twirled up in them whenI don't bring them to Jesus. It's when I do this, that I can rest and walk in the sunlight. Thanks for sharing so transparently!


  8. “My mind and heart get so twirled up in them” … yes, I sure know that feeling. Remember the old hymn “Heavenly Sunlight”?

    Shadows around me, shadows above me,
    never conceal my Savior and Guide;
    He is the light, in Him is no darkness;
    ever I’m walking close to His side.

    I loved that. xoxo


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