No More Shoes, Says God.

The last of the things I got out of the house were my shoes. Not just shoes but shoe-ses. Boxes and boxes of them! It was raining hard when I got to the dorm. I was juggling three bags with boxes of shoes and a laptop and I in one split second I found my self down on the ground with mud all over me and a bleeding knee. I slid!

Maybe that was God’s way of telling me to cut down on shoe shopping sprees.

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