I like my
feet.
sound weird but I’ve actually put some thought into specifically why I like my
feet. I like my feminine arch. I like
the bone structure leading into my toes except on travel days with 30
hour bus rides when I get cankles and my feet swell so much it hurts. I like my small toenail beds. Overall, I think my feet are beautiful.
I realize
not everyone agrees my feet are beautiful.
In fact, some have called my toes “light bulbs”, others (my Uncle Bob) have
compared my feet to my grandmother’s saying they look like Flinstone feet (not
really sure what he was implying??) and here on the Race I often receive
comments like “Oh, your poor heals!” because they are so dry and cracked. Whether others agree or not, I embrace having a part of my body I don’t desire to change or
improve, unlike my substantial thighs or my hairy arms.
pleased with the beauty of my feet, I’m grateful for their purpose; for where
they’ve taken me and where they’re bringing me.
I’m thankful for every step they took me, in faith, around the world this
year and will continue to take me, in faith, towards God’s plan for the next season of my
life.
Coming
close to the end of this 11 month journey, it is probably no surprise my feet
are tired (and in fact cracked). I’m
starting to slow down and give into the desire to rest. But THANKFULLY God
reminded me today in Romans 10 of His promise that “all who call on the name of the Lord will be saved, yet how can they call on the one they have not
believed in, and how can they believe in the one they have not heard, and how
can they hear without someone preaching to them and how can they preach unless
they are sent?” I am reminded that God sent my beautiful feet around the
world and here to Malaysia to bring His Good News.
News.
My
work isn’t finished just yet! Yes, our
door-to-door ministry this month, in a predominately Muslim nation, is tough. The ground is hard, making me feel ill
equipped, frustrated, and discouraged.
I will make you angry by a nation that has no
understanding.
But God
is faithful to His call on our lives. With only 3 more days of ministry here in
Kuala Lumpur I am asking for God’s strength to continue to take my tired, but
beautiful, feet into the community He has placed us. I refuse to believe the
people don’t want to hear about Jesus. I
refuse to believe those who do not know Him are so wrapped up in deception
they’ll never be able to see the Truth.
I refuse to believe God won’t use me as His Ambassador these last few
days. I refuse to believe I am
done. Instead I choose to be obedient in
our final days, to plant seeds of FAITH, HOPE and LOVE believing and trusting
in God’s heart for a GREAT harvest here in this community, in Malaysia, and in
all the nations!
I was found by those who did not seek me;
I revealed myself to those who did not ask for me.
We will finish strong and the
people will encounter God’s love in a way they never expected!
