Dear Lindsey
He got in the car and said, “Has anybody seen my other shoe?” We were on our way to church for our bi-weekly geography class with other homeschoolers.
“You got in the car wearing only one shoe?!” I said, changing my mood from fun Miss Frizzle to Miss Frazzled as we rushed down the road, trying to gain the minutes we had lost by leaving late.
“NO. I was carrying TWO shoes when I go into the car, but now ONE is gone! Christine!” he blamed his sister for not looking hard enough.
Seeing her reading in the front seat, I got her attention: “Christine, if you lost your own shoe, you would appreciate others helping to look. Please look.”
She looked under and around her seat; no black tennis shoe with neon orange laces was found, so she returned to reading.
We got to church. Still no shoe.
We got out of the car and my son slithered over the tops and under the seats, contorting his body to every nook and cranny of the vehicle, but still no shoe.
“Well you will just have to wear your socks to class today. It’s OK – homeschoolers are used to it,” I joked.
As we walked from the parking lot, many of their friends were in the church yard kicking a soccer ball. Next to the door, there were two Crocs (shoes) waiting for their owner to claim them before re-entering the building.
“Look! One of those soccer kids took off his shoes! You can wear them and see how long it takes him to notice!” I jested – hoping to improve my son’s mood before we got into the building.
That’s when he surprised me the most….
“THERE’S MY CROCS! I WAS WONDERING WHERE I HAD LEFT THEM!” He ran 
and put on the shoes that were sitting outside of the church’s backdoor…. presumably for the past two weeks since our last geography class when we had used that entrance.
I can’t say I have ever gone to a church with shoes on and gone home without them. I started to ask questions as to how exactly that happened and decided it was best just to laugh, because I was going to anyway!
I asked J.R. if I could share this story on my blog. (I don’t like to publish things that my kids would not want to be shared.) He said, “I guess, if you think it would help someone.” (Ha! So sweet!)
I asked him how he thought it could help someone… or if it was just a story that would make us laugh – which is what the three of us were doing when we saw the Crocs.
He said, “Well you could tell people that sometimes when you think you lost something, God is just saving it for the right time.”
Perfect.
- When you lose that house you wanted because of someone else’s offer: wait – God might have the perfect one waiting in the perfect timing.
- When you lose the opportunity to be on that team because you are not big enough: wait – God might have the perfect team on hold for the perfect time.
- When you lose that job you thought you would have forever: just wait – God might have the perfect job (or one you lost before) to offer at the time when you need it most.
Or when you lose your shoe – just know that God might have another complete pair waiting for you to find at just the right place and just the right time.
Feel free to start a comment below with “when you lose” if you have a time when God gave you your other “shoe” at just the perfect time.
Blessings,
Terri (and J.R.)
Isaiah 55:8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord.
P.S. In case you were wondering: When we arrived home after class, his other shoe was found lying in the foyer where he must have dropped it en route to the car.
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