Broken Flip-Flops…

My flip-flop broke.

Not the most earth-shattering news but trust me, it is pretty big news when it breaks while I’m walking. After carefully sliding my foot to the car (I was at my mailbox, the car was only a few steps away) and climbing in I spent the next few minutes wondering just how I was going to walk to my apartment with only one flip-flop.

You are probably laughing right about now.  Go ahead, laugh it up, I did.  But I’m telling you, the thought of walking barefoot on hot pavement is not as enticing as it sounds.  Especially when you consider the fact that my parking spot is two buildings away from my apartment, which is up three flights of stairs, which is made from cement, another lovely heat-holding source of pain.

Not to mention the thought of walking barefoot through who-knows-what-is-smeared-all-over-the-pavement sends me into just as much of a panic as the heat does.

I muttered a half-hearted prayer, “Oh Lord, what am I going to do now?”

Thoughts ran through my mind.  I could try hopping, but I don’t think I would have the stamina to do so in a flip-flop for such a distance.  I could chuck it all and run barefoot but as I’ve mentioned previously that’s really not an option.  So there I sat, totally at a loss as to how I was going to get into my apartment.

Glancing down, I noticed a peculiar site in the little tray that sits between the car seats.  A rubberband! Now, I have no idea why it was there, or when I put it there.  I generally do not use rubberbands for much of anything and they always go straight into the trash, or into a little box in my kitchen when I do find them, but never in the tray in between my car seats.

I almost did a worship jig sitting in my car in the parking lot!  After securing my broken flip-flop with the miracle rubberband, I confidently walked to my apartment, then swiftly deposited those flip-flops in the trash, thanking God the entire time.

The Bible says in Philippians 4:19…”And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.”  (NIV)

So what am I saying?

God provides.  It’s as simple as that.  While a rubberband is not exactly crucial in most circumstances, and while most others would’ve run barefoot across the pavement, God saw the need of my heart at that moment and provided what I required. And one of the most awesome things to realize is that God knew weeks…months…years…in advance that I would need help with my flip-flop and He orchestrated the circumstances that brought me my miracle rubberband!

And if God cares enough about me to take care of my broken flip-flops, even before I knew I would need it, then I can rest in the knowledge that God’s more than capable of taking care of any big stuff that may come my way.


Kathy W

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