Shoe Shopping Journey
My Aunt Semha used to say that a husband is like a crown on a woman’s head. I have to modify that. A good husband is a crown on a woman’s head. He cherishes her, respects her, believes in her, and loves her. Even when he is gone, she still feels his love and will not feel wholly alone, even though she is.
For years I have been afraid of driving long distances because I am afraid of getting dizzy on curvy roads. My niece is getting married soon. I solved the problem of the dress for the wedding by ordering it online. Then came the matter of shoes. Those I could not order. I had to try them on. Everyone was busy and could not take me. I decided to drive a longer distance than I normally do. If I drove straight up Union Turnpike, then turned left onto Lakeville Road, so on and so forth, I could get to TJMaxx.
I prayed hard that I would find the sandals I imagined in my head. Determined, I got into the car. I switched on the ignition. My heart was thumping, I was shaking. Peter seemed to be sitting beside me. “You can do it. You can do it,” he whispered in my head all the way to my destination. I took a couple of wrong turns but eventually got there.
“Oh God, please let me find the sandals I envision,” I prayed. I had never bought shoes there. I walked to the back of the store to the shoe department. There were the sandals I wanted. I paid for them and walked out of the store. I leaned against the building and closed my eyes. Tears of relief ran silently down my cheeks. Slowly I walked to the car and drove home. I put away the sandals and sat down on the porch with a cup of tea.
Peter said I could do it and I did it. Thank you, Peter. Thank you, God.
The next week I had to go to the doctor. It was a bit further away. Peter said I could do it. The nurse asked me who brought me. I said, “I did.” But truly it was Peter. He said that I could do it. He is truly the crown on top of my head.
Now I am planning on how to get to Lord and Taylor in Manhassett. I can do it. Peter believes in me.