I don't think I can call it inspiration

A few nights ago, during our scripture reading, I found myself dozing off (a highly rare and unusual act for me to do during scripture study—I can assure you of that). Once Tom noticed my drifting he paused from his reading. His sudden silence jarred my subconscious just enough to remind me of what was going on. I awoke with a start (I've always wanted a reason to say that) and quickly mumbled the last line of scripture I recalled him reading. And then I lethargically, yet quite emphatically, blurted: "I want red shoes."

I probably could have found a better time to announce my secular wishes, but let's let bygones be bygones.

Tom found the whole incident quite humorous. I probably would have too, had it not been for my complete out-of-it state—oh—and my continued adamancy over wanting red shoes. I was all business.

I tacked on, "And a red necklace." 

(Since I have such a scarce supply of jewelry.)

And then as far as I know, Tom went back to reading and I went back to dreamland.

So yesterday I got to thinking. Should that scripture session have to pass me by completely fruitless? Of course not. I headed out the door in search of red shoes. But I came home empty-handed. If I wasn't so gosh-darn picky.

However, I wasn't that easily deterred. I began pouring over internet shoe sites with my credit card on call, for longer than I really think I should admit. Yet I never put it to use. If I wasn't so gosh-darn picky and cheap.

I guess I should just learn to put some of that resolve and gusto into my scripture reading.

Yet...how fun would these be? (Found here and here.)