Mother dictated this story to me this afternoon. I don’t remember this all too well. Although I probably should because it really wasn’t that long ago. I fear it also emphasizes my love for shoes … just a little.
“O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.” – Psalm 118:29
The year Larissa turned nine years old, was one of the last few years we were living in Texas. That year I bought her a pair of shoes, which soon became one of her favorite pairs.
One week she wore them to church. Church at the time was actually a enlarged living room in the Bible Worker’s home. As we entered the house along with various other families, Larissa took off her shoes and left them outside, totally forgetting about the resident dog. The Bible Worker’s family had just bought a new puppy. This puppy was quite a mischievous one, and it found particular pleasure in chewing shoes. Quite many a pair of shoes had “mysteriously” disappeared from the porch, only to be found somewhere in the yard, later on, completely mangled.
The service ended, and we were leaving the house. As we opened the door, Larissa looked for her shoes, and to her surprise and disappointment, her shoes were destroyed and chewed to pieces. Naturally she was very upset, and her day was dampened. Also leaving, were a few church friends who ended up noticing her sadness.
The days passed, and in the middle of that week, my husband walked to our mailbox, and in it he found a package. The package was addressed: