so I’ve been thinking . . .
Cinderella had her glass slippers –
Dorothy had her ruby slippers –
And what do I have? . . . I have my house slippers –
Somehow I don’t think my house slippers are going to change my life the way the glass slippers and the ruby slippers changed the lives of the women who wore them – I say this, because I’m pretty sure it would have happened by now as much as I wear my house slippers . . .
I wonder if Cinderella ever wore any other shoes after the glass slippers came into her life? Why would she? I guess glass goes with everything and the life of a princess is pretty much non-stop glamour anyway, right?
Dorothy didn’t have her ruby slippers when she woke up back in Kansas – but she didn’t need them anymore – those slippers had served their purpose in bringing her home after she danced her way down the yellow brick road . . .
So what kind of slippers would change my life? I ask myself – or maybe the better question is – what kind of slippers do I need to fulfill my purpose in life?
I consider my calling, ” . . . let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” (Hebrews 12:1)
So I need running slippers! of course! . . .
Because like Paul in Philippians 3:13-14; I, too, need to be “forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”
I need running slippers because I am in a race. 1 Corinthians 9:-24-27 makes that clear to me.
“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like a man (woman) running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.”
So my glass/ruby slippers aren’t actually slippers at all – they are running shoes! and like every good runner knows, I need shoes that fit my feet perfectly if I am to run my race successfully.
God will fit my feet as I wait on Him, like Cinderella waited for her prince.
“But those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)
my slippers are running shoes, they are the shoe that fits – may I wear them well
sincerely, Grace Day