Virgil’s mom died in child birth. His dad tried to support his three kids, but ended up giving them to the Catholic orphanage. Some kids would get a nickel and such, and get some candy. Virgil wasn’t so lucky, until one day he saw an old boot. He picked it up and underneath was a dime. That was the beginning of his faith in God. He bought candy for his friends with it.
In 1986 I had a time of renewal in my faith, after my third son was born (the one that married Virgil’s granddaughter).
I was remodeling my FIL’s room, and listening to a Christian radio program who talked of fullfilling broken promises. I searched my memory, and thought of a pair of outgrown cowboy boots my dad said he would replace (8 yo?) that didn’t happen.
Well, my dad died in 1987, and I brought home a variety of his stuff. Some of you may have an ear for the Spirit of God, but as I passed my closest, the Lord said: Look down.
There was a pristine pair of boots my dad bought in CO on a business trip. I got my boots.