Beautiful Feet

"And how will anyone go and tell them without being sent? That is why the Scriptures say, "How beautiful are the feet of messengers who bring good news!" - Romans 10:15

"We must take God's great message of salvation to others so that they can respond to the Good News. How will your loved ones and neighbors hear it unless someone tells them? Is God calling you to take a part in making his message known to your community? Think of one person who needs to hear the Good News, and think of something you can do to help him or her hear it. Then take that step as soon as possible." - Life Application Study Bible

This blog is full of my worries and downfalls and shortcomings and panic. And I think that's okay, it's definitely a therapeutic way to express my feelings without completely curling up in fetal position and sobbing my heart out. Which is what I feel like doing a lot of the time.

Like, today. Nope, I didn't receive "the Grace" that I was hoping to today. At least not in the way I wanted to. There were thoughts racing through my head as I drove home tonight and began to feel the worry strangling me, like "What if I have spent my last Christmas with my girls?" "What if I die and never get to hold my husbands hand under a table during a one on one date again?" and "What if my family never knows just how much I adore each and every one of them. My mama. My daddy. My Grandparents. Sean and the kiddos. My brother and his sweet family and my sister and her adorable boyfriend." I still have so much love to give.

I better start now, right?

And then I read about the girl with the brain tumor who plans to take the medication to kill herself on Saturday. I want to shake her and say "Honey, we all suffer, but just live! JUST LIVE!" And then I realize I need to take a nice, hard look in the mirror.

And I've seen people suffer from cancer before, so I'm not making any judgements on that one.

I want this blog to bring people to Jesus. I want to have beautiful feet. (I totally don't right now. I need a manicure desperately, but am not ashamed that I cannot afford that luxury right now).

But really, beautiful feet. It's my job. My purpose in life. If I don't ever see another Christmas, or another romantic evening out with my husband, I want people to know that I love the Lord, and that He gave His life for all of us. Every. Single. One. Even the least of these.

So the next time you see someone asking for money on the street downtown, ignore the immediate thoughts that pop into your head, like "He's just going to use it to buy booze." (Come on, you know you all do it.) Give him a dollar or two. You may be helping him buy his heart medication, or may be giving him a warm meal.

The next time your grandparent or elderly neighbor needs help, give up your Saturday shopping or  sitting on the couch watching football, and help.

When your family wants you to come for a get together, but you need to clean your house, go celebrate and fellowship with your family.

It's time to be the beautiful feet of Jesus.

From now on, I'm going to look for ways to be the feet of Jesus. Everywhere. All of the time.

But right now, I need to go hold hands with my husband and watch TV.

Humbly His,
L.