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