I've been stuck. Stuck. Just plain stuck. For so long. 

My boots were buried so far in the mud I thought I'd never be released. 

But then, He mentioned - I don't really need those boots. In fact, I don't even like those boots anymore. They're ugly and they squish my toes. I'm just afraid I'd miss them anyways.

I started to pull my soggy feet free from those boots and the mud that had me stuck, but I'm still covered in mud. And its a long walk home. 

But I'm not alone, and He says He's got a garden hose and a pair of shiny new boots for me.