I remember it well. I was nearing twenty. The twist was the dance of the day. A new band from across the pond was making its way to the US. I fell somewhere between Elvis and the Beatles and never lowered myself to swooning over either of them. I was much too sophisticated. I was one of the “good girls” of the sixties.
During those years my husband and I would clear the floor when the music began to play. We’d polka, fox trot, two step, twist and all the modern dances, until the cows came home. To top it off, I did all those dances while wearing stilettos. By the time the evening was over, my little tootsies were screaming for relief.
Now when I think back to those late nights and the blisters, soreness and distortion of my feet for a number of hours, I can’t help imagine what damage I was doing to those ten toed extensions.
After three children, I still opted for stylish shoes. They weren’t those high, high heels anymore. As time passed, the heels disappeared, but memories of those stilettos lingered on. It took a lot of courage to put on those shoes, simply because you were submitting yourself to a balancing act of sorts. Your arches were reaching heights unknown to mankind. The unnatural positioning of your dainty little toes was almost like being placed on a rack of torture.
Today, I have slowly submitted to more sensible shoes. I have one pair which cost well over a hundred dollars. I will be wearing them for a long time. They aren’t like the orthopedic styles grandma used to wear. They’re actually pretty cute with slacks and with the addition of arch supports, I’m walking better and I’m comfortable.
Yesterday I opted for style and wore shoes that went well with my outfit. By the end of our time at church, doing the duties for fellowship, altar guild and cleaning up, my toes were screaming. My step had slowed to a crawl and I was pretty much wiped out for the rest of the day.
So what’s my point with all this useless information? Well, like my posted image says, strong women wear their pain like stilletos, I think there’s truly a lesson in those words. No matter how life is kicking us or throwing bricks at us, we can still carry our beauty. It may not be what it was when we were twenty, but women have a way of hiding their pain under the guise of a mask, their beauty or a pair of shoes.
Think about it. When you’re young, you’re in the process of conquering mountains. You are at your prime and with each problem you encounter the heels get higher. Sometimes you need to get the spikes out to cut through the clutter. As time goes by, the weight of those problems pushes deeper into the ground. The shoes now flatten out along with the burden. You go through ups and downs through out your life, but continue to hang onto the spring in your step until the very end. Your footwear will change along with your challenges but walking with God will always keep your feet pointed towards heaven. When you walk in Jesus sandals, you’re going to experience pain. Being a servant isn’t easy, but it is a blessing that will last for eternity.