The season passed. And by and by the sparrow donned her brown slacks and brown shoes. Surprise! Gone was the nice white stitching and in its place was a rip; a rip which grew one-half inch bigger upon each wearing. (Perhaps no one would notice the ripped shoe, with part of my foot showing?)
Alas, the week finally arrived to do some sparrow brown shoe shopping.
Tale Takes a Turn.
On Friday an opportunity came knocking. I had the privilege of being a small help to a dear ministry couple. It was help that was needed that day of that week.
It was fun to place my shoe money in their hands. A lot more fun than going brown shoe shopping.
The Tale Ending.
The next day mr. sparrow announces he has several bags of hand-me-down clothing given to us.
Yep, or chirp, one bag is full of shoes. Blue shoes, black shoes, taupe shoes - all that I liked and not one fit! And there in the middle of that pile of shoes lay a perfectly new looking pair of brown shoes. Shoes the style I would have chosen myself for casual wear.
I felt a little Cinderella-ish as I slid my foot down into the brown shoe. Chirp! Chirp! It fit! Upon further investigation, not only was it my perfect size - they were Aerosoles, a better shoe than I was planning to "spend."
And not only did Cindyrella Sparrow gain one pair of brown shoes, behold! there in the pile was another. One more perfect fit in the whole pile. A pair of beautiful dress-up brown naturalizers, with a small bow!
A sparrow's double blessing! Both brown and both my size and my style.
Is God not amazing? I have four brown shoes to prove it!
4 Shoes go on to live happily ever after, or at least until the next life lesson.
Flying together,
margi
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