When my kids were little and their feet grew faster than the rest of their bodies, I used to say, “I consider myself rich when my kids need new shoes and I don’t have to charge them.”
I think of all the shoes my teenage granddaughter had when she was a kid, not the typical collection of gym shoes, play shoes, and dress shoes. She could have opened a kid’s shoe boutique. Someone was the benefactor of lightly worn shoes.
I had a large foot size before I reached my teens. When I needed a new pair of shoes, it was a painful experience. I’d cry, “I don’t want grandma shoes” because there were no cute shoes for kids in my shoe size. I never became a shoe fanatic, but do buy any size 12 on the rack when I stumble across them while shopping–surely some day I will need them.
We are a spoiled society for fashion and having to have the dress, shoes, and jewelry to match. Just the other day I put a pair of dyed blue shoes into the Salvation Army box that I wore once at my son’s wedding nearly twenty years ago. I could have bought sensible shoes that I could wear with other dresses and made it worth what I spent for them. No one noticed my feet anyway.
Lord, help use our pennies wisely. Amen.