Flip-Flops

I’ve got lots of flip-flops.



Simple ones. Fancy ones. Lots of colors.

Comfy, cool – perfect for running around in the heat of west Texas.


In recent years, the idea of flip-flop took on a whole new meaning. We hear it particularly during an election season.

“Senator so-and-so changed his mind on XYZ issue! You can’t trust anything he says because you never know when he’ll flip-flop. That’s why you should vote for me!”

“The mayor changes his mind whenever the wind blows. He goes with what’s easy, what’s expedient. We don’t need a flip-flopper in office. So vote for me!”



Flip-floppers

We hate to admit it but we’ve all done our share of flip-flopping.



We sit in church and nod our heads at the preacher’s words and then we go home.

Flip-flop.

We hold to our standards until we face a decision with family or friends. Then we go the easy route.

Flip-flop


How wonderful it is to know that God loves flip-floppers!

He doesn’t give up.

He points it out to us when our lives don’t match what we claim to believe.

He gives us the strength to hold to our standards without a holier-than-thou attitude.

He offers forgiveness, over and over again. When we fall, He sets us back on solid ground.

He chooses

• He chooses to indwell us flip-floppers.
• He chooses to love us, no matter how many times we fall.
• He chooses to walk beside us, lighting our paths.