Let me start with a confession of sorts. My feet are almost never cold. It is the naked truth. I guess it is a blessing. I typically have to spend hours in miserable temperatures before my feet feel truly chilled.(I love sandals and tend to wear them until it is real boot weather.) But on the rare occasion my feet are cold, I love fuzzy socks.
Fuzzy socks are soft to the touch and some feel quite breathable. They do require some extra room in your shoes to accommodate the thickness. On the really cold days or days spent outdoors, fuzzy socks bring comfort and increased joy. For most people, cold feet and hands increase overall discomfort.
I have heard from different sources that socks are always in high demand at homeless shelters and on the streets. They can be doubled for extra warmth and serve as mittens if you have no gloves.
Fuzzy socks can be colorful, l, silly or even black or neutral for those who want to fly under the radar. Yesterday's gratitude spoke of the manger. What if sweet Mary had owned or been given a pair of warm and fuzzy socks. How would she have used them to warm the child?
"She gave birth to her firstborn son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them." -Luke 2:7
Socks appear ordinary and humble by nature. But when you need them, they are a game changer. A little like our Jesus. He arrived looking quite humble and ordinary, but He changed everything.
I hope your Christmas season is full of Jesus and fuzzy socks.
Today, I am grateful for fuzzy socks.
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