BUSTER BROWNS

Growing up,I had the hardest feet to fit for shoes.I wore quads for the longest time.Momma would take me over to Colonial Plaza,in Orlando,or to Winter Park, and buy me either Poll Parrot shoes,or Buster Browns. Remember those? I would look forever in the heel, trying to find his dog "Tye", hoping he would be inside my shoe again!
Goodness gracious. How important it was to see those things!What was on the inside, always told me,that I had Buster Brown's on the outside.
Scripture tells us too: "as a man thinketh,in his heart, so is he."
Makes me wonder sometimes if people look at me, and wonder what's on the inside of my heart.
Hopefully it's not a dog called Tye!
Becky