My black dress heels have been in poor shape for some time. Scuff marks around the toes, scratches along the sides. The stiletto heels look like they've been munched on by a tiny dog (which may well have been the case), and the metal spike in one heel has long since worn through the rubber on the bottom. For weeks I had a very distinctive stride around the office - tap click tap click tap click... it was impossible to mistake me for someone else.
The time finally came when I decided to replace them. After searching two or three stores, I found a pair that seemed to suit me. They were very similar to my previous pair - black patent leather, slightly pointed toe - and a whopping four inch heel.
I was a little hesitant to try to work the heel, but I thought it would be okay.
Oy.
This morning I put them on in my usual rush to get out the door while trying to walk the dogs, fill their dishes, put them in kennels, and grab a lunch for myself. By the time I got out to the car a sense of foreboding was spreading over me... I knew it was a bad idea to buy these dreadful black things but it was too late to turn back.
Needless to say, my day was spent baby-stepping along the hallways of the office while co-workers gaped at my sky-high purchase. Beauty is pain? No. Our idea of beauty is pain.
The most interesting reactions came from some of the men I work with. They cast a look at my feet, shook their head, and sighed while remarking, "I don't know why women kill themselves wearing those things."
Isaiah 52:7 reads, "How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news!" Whether we choose to wear heels, sandals, or just go barefoot in life, it's not what's on our feet that makes us beautiful. It's the message we bear while on our feet, the message of Jesus Christ and Him crucified. Our beauty is wrapped up in completely knowing that we are His, and that we are sent. We put Band-Aids on our blisters and walk through life proclaiming, "Jesus! Yeshua! Messiah!" The life of Christ.
(Side-note: If your call is to go trekking across the mountains to tell people about the saving work of Christ, don't plan to wear 4-inch patent heels.)
-Grace Marita
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