Christmas Shoes~a short story
Yesterday, while I was working, I noticed that as I walked on the linoleum, a clip-clopping sound came from one shoe. I didn’t bother to investigate and ended up trying to tip toe when I walked, because it was noisy. Weeks ago, the bottom part of one of the heels came off, most likely due to the fact, that I wear them often. It was not until I got home, that I discovered that the cap had come off, and I was bummed out. They are worn and comfy and the stitching around them is still in tact. I park at a certain location at work, and I figured that it could have come off either in the parking lot, or perhaps while I was crossing the street. This morning while at church a young woman sat near me. I noticed her very nice looking black boots and mentioned that to her. I shared my little saga about my favorite shoes and told her that my hubby the all purpose repair man, had gorilla glued one of the heels, but that the cap had come off once again. I thought that I was going to have to retire the shoes. Lo and behold, when I got home after church, the repair man showed me my shoes. He found the missing part near the neighborhood mailboxes. I was amazed… and so happy. When the glue is dry, they will be good to go for hopefully many more miles. The point of this short story is the fact that my husband found the missing cap. It is my belief that God, is a very personal Father. There are no details in our lives, that He is unaware of, because nothing is hidden from His view. He often surprises us, with simple little gifts that are sometimes mind-boggling. He reveals His love in this manner, and it tells me that He is thinking of me.