My Crocs broke. I love my Crocs. I love how they feel, I love how they look, I love who gave them to me.
I bought them with money sent to me by my sister's mother-in-law. Let me run that by you again... my sister's mother-in-law. Yep! One cheerful, bubbly soul who lives in Georgia. The Georgia, a world away from this hodge podge Mid Western girl raised in the East. This is not some world where my sister and I married cousins or something like that, nope this is kindness far out.
I think I can count on one hand how many times we have talked in person (we did go on a glorious holiday to some amazing place that smelled of salt, looked like a fairy land and sounded like fireworks). Well this amazing lady sends me a gift and says "Use it only on you. For you." Say WHAT!!! I try to comply.
My sister, also a beneficiary of this sweet generosity, carries a "designer bag" around in a nation that could any day implode into chaos that would swallow her and her family alive. Who carries a designer bag around in that? Someone who smiles when they look at their bag and loves Jesus buckets full. She has grace for each day and a bag to grace her shoulder!
Well back to my story of Croc-En-Glory. Mr. Fix- It Slow (also known as Hubster) considerately bought glue in the bazaar. Now in a nation where some people make 20 dollars for working three hours a day for a month (7 days a week) and consider themselves well paid buying in bulk is not possible. It is hand to mouth living. So glue comes in a little 1 cent packet. How good can it be? Crazy good!
I now have a Croc that I can wear but the strap is a little wonky and will be like that for the rest of its life. Now I wear Crocs with a crooked smile. My Crocs have braces or maybe they NEED braces.
Oh and by the way. Hubster has a little plastic glue container stuck permanently to his desk.
Just Kidding!
I bought them with money sent to me by my sister's mother-in-law. Let me run that by you again... my sister's mother-in-law. Yep! One cheerful, bubbly soul who lives in Georgia. The Georgia, a world away from this hodge podge Mid Western girl raised in the East. This is not some world where my sister and I married cousins or something like that, nope this is kindness far out.
I think I can count on one hand how many times we have talked in person (we did go on a glorious holiday to some amazing place that smelled of salt, looked like a fairy land and sounded like fireworks). Well this amazing lady sends me a gift and says "Use it only on you. For you." Say WHAT!!! I try to comply.
My sister, also a beneficiary of this sweet generosity, carries a "designer bag" around in a nation that could any day implode into chaos that would swallow her and her family alive. Who carries a designer bag around in that? Someone who smiles when they look at their bag and loves Jesus buckets full. She has grace for each day and a bag to grace her shoulder!
Well back to my story of Croc-En-Glory. Mr. Fix- It Slow (also known as Hubster) considerately bought glue in the bazaar. Now in a nation where some people make 20 dollars for working three hours a day for a month (7 days a week) and consider themselves well paid buying in bulk is not possible. It is hand to mouth living. So glue comes in a little 1 cent packet. How good can it be? Crazy good!
I now have a Croc that I can wear but the strap is a little wonky and will be like that for the rest of its life. Now I wear Crocs with a crooked smile. My Crocs have braces or maybe they NEED braces.
Oh and by the way. Hubster has a little plastic glue container stuck permanently to his desk.
Just Kidding!
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