Shoe Strings

The sleep deprived Mom of a restless infant decided to jump on the treadmill to zone out. Being discouraged with herself she desperately asked God.

"What in the world am I doing? I work so hard but does anything I do make a difference?"

She struggled with feeling insignificant. Her husbands big event was coming up at work. He would hit it out of the park as usual and receive much praise while she wiped a poopy butt. She compared herself to other Mom's who also seemed to be doing so well and appeared to have it all together.

"Please God let me know I'm important too."  She plead through sobs.

She proceeded to step off of the treadmill feeling foolish for expecting some kind of an answer. As she untied her shoe strings the Spirit inside of her said.

'You are shoe strings'

At this point she was just mad thinking she really might really be losing it. Out of curiosity she took them in her hands, stared at them an began to think about the purpose of shoestrings. They are nothing but a bunch of threads woven together. They are cheap. Pretty insignificant right?

'Wrong!, The shoestrings resemble you, the shoe resembles your husband, the body of the runner resembles your church, the Head is Me. I have a plan and I need your help but you have to find your purpose and value in me. You have to be okay with being shoestrings. Think about them. They hold the shoe together. Without shoestrings a 100 dollar pair of running shoes is worthless. You are shoestrings, you hold it all together. Without you, your husband, family and church would suffer. You are extremely important.'

"Thanks God! She said with a whole new outlook."