How can choosing a snow boot turn into SUCH a huge ordeal? I’m leaving for Colorado next week and I’m in need of a good pair of snow boots. I have dress boots, but I need something that will get me out of a jam should I find myself in one. Something rugged and sturdy, yet stylish. I needed Sorel’s. But alas, I am in WV. This is not really Sorel country.

So I went to my favorite department store and narrowed down my search to two possibilities. OMGosh! You would have thought I was trying to decide which medical school to go to! I sat forever. I sent pictures to my girlfriends.
“Which one…right or left?”

Then came the inevitable slew of questions about the qualities of each one. I simply could not decide. I finally just gave up and left. I was wandering up and down through the mall, trying to figure out why I couldn’t make a simple decision. My mind went back to my last pair of snow boots. Mr. Virgo had bought them for me. He loved shopping for me. I had to finally throw those boots away before I came here last year. And that was it! That was why I couldn’t make a decision. I wanted him there. I wanted to say, “Here…you decide. Which one should I get?”

So, I tried a different tactic. I sat down and sent a thought out to Mr. Virgo. I pictured exactly which snow boots I wanted. And said, “Ok…lets go get this done. Find me these boots!” I was walking down the mall when I felt a cosmic tug and went in a shoe store that I never would have thought to go into. And there, plain as day, were…my boots. My exact boots I had pictured!
Yes, Mr. Virgo loved to shop for me. It appears he still does.

❤️

“Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.”

Psalms 23:5 KJV