[Here it is: the continuation of the last post, “Still Here” (which you might want to read before this post). And right straight out of my private journal, unadulterated (except where you see a  bracket or …) — because Dawn at Beneath the Surface invited me to link up for Random Journal Day. So this is no world class literature, but it surely is about a Beyond-the-Universe class God! True account. Truly true…]
When the mailman turned in the drive, I got all excited. Finally my package, order for clothes, a couple items, but mainly shoes!
I have been needing new shoes so badly, especially certain kinds—casual but wearable with dresses, open for summer, but closed-toed for winter. And with my feet so hard to fit well enough that I can walk in said shoes more than ten minutes without pain or resulting corns, cuts, or blisters…, my shoe shopping attempts [even] when I could still see well enough to drive around, searching everywhere, so often resulted in nothing but frustration…
So [this month] I [finally] reverted to [catalog] ordering four different styles of shoes,… hoping one would fit. Then I could just return the ones that didn’t and order more of what did.
After the doorbell rang, I eagerly retrieved the box and paper mail from the back porch, waved to the postman, deposited the envelopes on the kitchen table, cut the box’s tape, and transported it, flaps flopping, upstairs, to try on the shoes.
One after another, I did.
The result to me was nothing short of amazing.
I have never in my life (that I can recall) found in one day, let alone in one solitary store, four different styles of shoes, all of which fit — and on the first try-on. But these did!
Now this isn’t just about shoes. This is reassurance on varied levels. It’s God meeting me in my relatively housebound need, in which those frustrating expeditions to multiple shoe stores have become an unwieldy proposition (Poor husband! think of him hauling around this frustrated wife, in far from his usual shopping method!) Where it has become hard for me to go out for shoes, God has brought the shoes to me! And they were all my size and my fit. And they all look good. [And they were all on sale!] Astounding!
But this is reassurance of another kind, and answer to my question (silly question, now that I see it in His light): “Is there anything wrong with a woman just (basically) staying at home?”
(I also got… [some clothes]… but the big deal was the shoes. Really looking forward to when [husband] comes down from the hill, [so I could tell him])
Meanwhile, since I was upstairs, I sat down at my computer (in my new, super-fit, navy blue shoes) — and checked my email. Comment notification. Went to blog and read how someone else “got it,” because time after time God supplied right when she was at the total end of her resource, perfect timing.
Exciting! So I had to respond. Wrote my reply, then scrolled down to the ReCaptcha to see what words or numbers I’d have to struggle to read and copy into the box…
The first word this time was clear and crisp. No trouble reading it at all. It stood right out like a beacon.
And the word was
My, what a God I serve! And this crumbles me: What a God serves tiny me!!! I am awestruck! (Again.) And so grateful.
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