Boots

In anticipation of the junior high winter retreat this coming weekend, I decided I had better look for some winter boots. Sadly, my old ones kicked-the-bucket when the zipper completely broke off of one of them. I needed some odds-and-ends at Target, so I thought for sure they'd have some boots to buy. No such luck. They had flip-flops and sandals instead. Wal-Mart was on my way home, so I prayed as I pulled into the parking lot that God would enable me to find a pair of boots that were inexpensive and that were in my size. And wouldn't you know, the first shelf of shoes I laid eyes on was full of rain boots, with this one, lone, oddball pair of gray boots. But what were the chances they were in my size? When I looked at the tag, I knew my prayer had been answered...size 6...$6.

Now, they're certainly not the fasionable Uggs that everyone and her mother and child and sister and aunt wears around here...but they make me think of Napoleon Dynamite...and that makes me really happy:) And if they're anything like the tan slip-on shoes I bought from Wal-Mart my sophomore year at Taylor (which I just wore today, in fact), they'll get many years of good use. Sigh...God is so good!