There are several very, very good reasons not to wear flips-flops on a rainy day. For instance, they flip AND they flop. The very name of the product should have warned me, but the convenience of slipping them on on my way out the door overrode my sensibility. So, I walked through campus today, flipping and flopping water up the backs of my calves. Furthermore, my cheapo Old Navy flops (which I adore), aren't what you might call the most high quality. That is, there is ZERO traction. I imagine I was quite the sight as I tensely tip-toed over the bricks and painted pavement (think: crosswalk. more dangerous than you might assume). Not to mention, all the water and grime that covers your unprotected feet. As rain is in the forecast for the rest of the week (and the rest of the season, probably), it may finally be time to invest in some much-needed rain boots.
As I walked through campus today, trying desperately to navigate my way around puddles (remember the flip-flops?), I couldn't help but notice the puddles themselves. Pale yellow, chalky dust skimmed the edges of the puddles and lines the cracks in the sidewalks. I don't ever like to be out in the rain, but it was nice to be reminded how God takes cares of you even in the little things. That same pollen has been giving me headaches and coating my car for weeks (okay, I'm driving my dad's car right now, and he would FREAK if he saw the yellow tinge of his once aqua-blue convertible). So, I'm taking it as a personal favor from God that he knocked all the pollen down for me. Not to mention how He meets every other need that comes along.
For now, I'm off to be poked and prodded at the doctor's office. Boo, thyroid.
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