Many miles and days later, I examined my golden slippers again. No marks. No scratches. No mates? Ready to slip them on and be a lady of leisure, I noticed one shoe fit snugly across the top of my foot while the other was a thong, with a small strap to fit between the toes.
Sometimes I think my Christian life is like the purchase of those gold shoes. Anxious to look good and to carry my weight, I have accepted a job without asking God if it is His choice. Too late, I realize the shoes don't fit. They are mismatched for my feet. I need to take Paul's remark to heart. "We have different gifts, according to the grace given us" (Romans 12:6).
Today, I still have those two flashy shoes in a dusty box. Yet, somehow, they do serve a purpose. The golden slippers remind me not only to laugh at my bloopers, but to examine my gifts to see if all decisions match up to His perfect will for me.