Rain Boots

It was tiring. Very tiring. And I was glad it was nearly over as I could see my house just a few yards away. It took me over an hour to walk the dog this afternoon, mainly because of snow. The grounds were slippery and I was really struggling. But there was just one more thing that didn’t help, not at all. Rain boots. I know they are design to keep you dry and help with walking in the snow, but not these. These were my husband’s rain boots. I wear size 6 and he wears size 12! And I was tired.

And just in those last few tiring steps I was reminded about a simple lesson.

God has designed each one of us in a specific way. He has placed each one strategically “for such a time as this” (Esther 4:14MSG), in a precise place giving us particular roles to fulfil His purpose.  In Romans 12 Paul talks about the Church being one body with many parts being the members. He talks not only about the different gifting and roles we have all been given. He also recognises the need to say: “Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you” (v.3).

I know there have been times in my life were I looked at others, who had more experience, more involvement and more recognition in the life of the Church, with a slight jealousy in my heart. I thought that, if only I prayed more, gave more time and effort in my church, perhaps I would be that little bit more valued. And, of course, the Lord gives us times to learn important lessons. That it isn’t about being ‘valued’ because our significance lies in Him. And I’ve learned to get on with what I’ve been entrusted with, for this time now, without complaining and striving. But I know I’m far from perfect.

I will not be wearing my husband’s rain boots. They are his boots. They are his size. They fit him. They have been made to fit bigger feet than mine. And those rain boots fit his feet perfect.  Just like someone else’s ministry fits them perfect. And plus, walking in something that’s far too big for me is SO exhausting!  I’m not even going to try again.

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