She washed my feet. Put lotion on them. Painted my toenails bright blue.
We sat on the porch. Esther slept. I fed Kenan. And our kids jumped on the trampoline.
I was reluctant at first. This seems crazy. But I know her heart. I know pieces of where God is leading. And I believe with her that God could use foot washing and pedicures to change lives.
God moves people in different ways. He takes them different places. He takes the little moments and turns them into holy ones.
“Quietly, Jesus got up from the table, took off his robe, picked up a basin of water, knelt down, and started to wash his friends’ feet…One by one, Jesus washed everyone’s feet. ‘I am doing this because I love you,’ Jesus explained. ‘Do this for each other’.” (The Jesus Storybook Bible)
I am humbled by friends who love enough to serve. I am humbled by a Savior Who laid down His crown, washed feet, then bore my sins.
And when I fuss about God calling my “closest ones” away. He patiently washes my feet. Cleanses my soul. And reminds me that a life worth living is one that’s given away.
“Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going back to God, rose from supper. He laid aside his outer garments, and taking a towel, tied it around his waist. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was wrapped around him.” (John 13:3-5)
Esther got hers done before her nap.=)
Ya’ll…that’s the Creator of feet washing feet. Unbelievable!