Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I left my . . .
heart in Iowa, no, it wasn't my heart, it was my shoes. But these shoes weren't left in Iowa.
I left my Sunday go-to-meeting black shoes in Lois' guest room closet. Three of us, Mrs. Jim, my sister, Lois, and I all looked in that closet for things lost. I had them each in a plastic (paper or plastic?) grocery bag, down on the floor. They were in there because it was apparent that after our arrival Sunday afternoon, there wouldn't be any meetings for us to attend.
I am a four-car owner and a two-pair-shoe person. Now I'm down to one and an old pair of black ones.
For one thing, my doctor-ordered generic arch supports fit in them very nicely.
Also in their favor is all the places they have been, with me wearing them. They have been to Spain, Paris and a lot more of France from one end to the other-two times, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Lichenburg, Italy, and Alaska. They have been to New York City and Vancouver, then all through the Southern and Midwestern states.Jesus
When I retire them, I may just put them on the shelf beside the pair I wore to the Holy Land. Those shoes crossed Jesus' path many a time!
The white ones, the trainers, I wore back.
You have more cars than shoes! And both have taken you many places, it seems.
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