Girls Just Wanna Have.......Shoes!

My name is Joan, and I am a shoe-aholic.

I admit it. I am a shoe Aficionado. A connoisseur of fanciful footwear. It isn’t about the cost or the designer. It is all about the cute. When I slip on a stunning pointy-toe pump, a peep toe platform, or a darling kitten heel even my size 10 boats look fabulous.

I plan my outfits around which pair of shoes I want to wear.

Alas, I have a problem.

Since the blood clots in my lungs last month my legs and feet have been getting swollen. Swollen? A vast understatment. O. MY. GOSH! It really is horrible. It’s gruesome. I don’t even have “cankles*” anymore, these days it is more like thighkles. My poor feet are bulbulous, and there are even rolls at the base of my toes and around my ankles.
Trust me, it is not cute like a baby’s.
OK, are you grossed out yet? I am! I am much too young to be beset by this hideous deformity. It isn’t right to need a sedative just to look at your legs in the morning.

My point in this tale of woe, is that I am in anguish over the fact that I cannot fit into any cute shoes right now. When I try to wear my sassy, cheetah-print pumps the top of my foot splays over the sides like a big ol’ squishy muffin-top. Squeezing my foot into my super pointy-toe red heels is like one of Cinderella’s ugly stepsisters cramming her foot into the glass slipper.
Just maybe I am paying the cost for being so vain about my cute shoes.

Jesus says:

Matthew 6:28-31And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?

Joan’s translation “So, do not worry, saying, ‘What shall I wear on my feet?’

I don’t know what lesson is just waiting for me to grasp through these elephantized legs and feet. Perhaps it is as simple as maybe I don’t need cute shoes to make me feel like the belle of the ball. But just in case, maybe I’ll start a new trend of wearing them on my hands.