After a somewhat long walk and hike up a steep hill we arrived at the home of a widow who´s home overlooks the entire city of Xenacoj. When we arrived the precious woman welcomed us and shared her story with us. Her previous home had been flooded and she was unable to live with any other family members but her granddaughters that had taken her in. As I listened to this woman tell us her story the Lord kept saying ¨her feet are beautiful¨. After someone from the group read a scripture to the woman they asked who wanted to pray for her. I immediately felt that I was to pray for her and we all laid hands on her and I began to pray. After we prayed I asked the translator to tell her that her feet are beautiful and that every step she takes the Lord is with her. She shared that sometimes she does not have the strength to walk up the hill. It was strong on my heart to wash and pray over her feet, so myself and two other girls kneeled down and washed her feet and prayed over them, beliving the Lord would strengthen them so that she could continue taking steps…steps with Him right by her side…because her feet are beautiful.
