[Beautiful] are the [Feet] – Part 2

This is my chance; I
scramble to my knees and once again dive forward with everything that I
have. My hand is outstretched
trying to reel in the power that has magnetized the air around the dusty robe
that I seek to cover me. I can
feel the strength regaining and the joy of intimacy rising up within me as I
sail ever so closer. My chest hits
the ground first, followed by the flailing crashing of my left elbow and my
legs. My right hand remains
outstretched willing just a few more inches. 

I come up short!

I glance up through the
blurriness of my vision, not sure if the dirt or the tears took hold
first. I see Him as He is walking
away. The stature of a man and yet
I take in so much more. The way
they follow Him and the crowd longs for Him to speak. I hear His laugh stretch the distance between us. I make out his smile and the compassion
of His eyes as He surveys and advances through the crowd. I see the look of admiration from the
children as he passes and I feel young again. I remember looking up to my dad thinking how invincible he
is. 

That is when I lose
it. I bury my head into my
arms. My bones give way to
weariness and I sob. I know what
is to come. I know how they will
turn. I know He doesn’t deserve
it. I know I don’t deserve
it. I realize the price of
freedom. I realize the faults of
my heart. I feel the weight of my
selfishness. Everything within me
wants to cry out a warning, but He knows. My mind races, a whole new sense of the realness of the story sets
in. He KNOWS!!!

I lie still for what
seems like eternity. I feel the
magnetism leave the air and the crowd disperse. 

My body convulses with
the new found emptiness that envelops me. I try to fight back the tears and maintain my composure. My mind rattles to realize the
situation. “This isn’t real! I am
not alone!” I tell myself over and over. I hear the whispers flood the air, “You are not worthy, what can you do?”

I grit my teeth to fight
back the lies. I yell into the
ground, every ounce of my energy craves the covering. The cleansing power of hope and power! 

I shout out, “I cannot
see you!” “I cannot see you!” “I am cut off from your sight!” “Hear me, hear my cry for mercy!” The tears take hold and the veins bulge
from my neck.

Once again the silence
creeps in and the whispers fade away.

I am not sure if it’s
from the battle of my senses or the fighting for presence, but in an instance I’m
aware of a hand resting on my back. The rough fingertips move slowly down my shoulder blade. 

I begin to arise and I
see the feet again. They look so
familiar! They spark my memory;
they burn my retinas. Where have I
seen these feet?

I look up; I am back! I feel the burning in my shoulders and
I hear the last note ringing from the electronic piano. Kayla and Banko slide back into the
chairs lined next to mine and I smile at them. We are seated and I begin to laugh to myself. My day has been altered. And where am I, laid out flat before it
asking, “What is it that you have for me today?”

I am in Vietnam. It’s a closed country. I have no idea what rights I have and
which ones I don’t. I know that my
heart posture is back. I’m ready
to start climbing again. I’m ready
to break free from this funk of a valley. I’m ready. Are you?

When is the last time you saw
Him? I saw Him again this morning
and the best part is that He saw me! Vietnam has shown me how much He loves me! I wouldn’t call it a slow month; I would declare it as a
month of reinforcement. I am
moving forward to dig deeper to somehow collide the Heaven within me with the
Earth surrounding me. I have made
Him and myself a promise; I want to be an influencer, not the influenced! Call me and label me crazy.

I PLAN ON GETTING EVEN MORE
UNDIGNIFIED!

Want to know why those feet look
familiar? 

Stay Tuned… 

Read Psalm 31 and see where He
took me that morning!