Who would have thought that a pedicure could teach a lesson?

Who would have thought that a pedicure could teach a lesson?
I have heard in many testimony and Relief Society meetings of stories about "The Still Small Voice" and heading the call. Oh, I can testify to many close calls that steered me from danger, happy times, or even those deep dark moments when I know, that He has sent the Comforter, to be at my side. I have felt the Holy Spirit with me so many times in my life, even before I was converted a member of the Church of Jesus Christ, of Latter-day Saints.
Now, before I married my sweet husband, I was a struggling single mother, raising seven children on welfare, working as a waitress, and going to college. I could barely afford food, rent, and bills let alone ever anything frivolous. We shopped mostly at thrift stores and bought shoes for two children at a time, I always came last on the list.
After my children were grown and moved away, it took me quite some time to finally get the courage to do nice things for "just me". (I still shop at thrift stores for my own clothes) The one frivolity girly thing I have decided on for myself has been to get my nails done. All my life, I have chewed them down to the nub, and they look hideous. I actually struggled for weeks going back and forth at the salon waling in and out and looking at the prices before I finally sat down, and stuck out my stubby fingers for them to see.
My feet on the other hand are worst yet. I am diabetic and for many years, they were cracking and bleeding and resembled an old scaly worn out dragon. My nails were yellow and brittle; I don’t like anyone to touch then except my daughter, who always rubbed them for me when they hurt.
Well, after going to the same nail salon for over a year, one day, I felt the strangest feeling; an odd impression kept smacking me like a tap across my head. I got the impression to ask about a pedicure? But kept shaking the feeling off like a bad dream; I hated the thought of spending any more money one me!
Dazed I looked at the posters of the pretty hands on the walls, and listened the piped in music playing in the background. But the impression kept getting stronger pounding in my ears, louder and louder! I could not reconcile getting this for me! Something hit me harder than ever, it would not stop, I had to ask about the price of this stupid pedicure and now!
The next thing I knew, I was sitting in a vibrating chair, warm water filling in a tub and my ugly bare feet was soaking in the sweet scent of lilacs. This thin-framed woman with chestnut hair was stooped over me washing my feet not unlike the Savior.
"Do you believe in God?" She asked quietly.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." I replied.
"Well, you are an answer to a prayer."