(This was written in Guatemala)
Washing Of Feet
I am a courageous woman
Who fights for those she loves,
I am no slave to pain or fear
I am pure just like a dove
The devil may try to tempt me
With false glory, jewels, or pride
But I know that God is with me,
He is always by my side
When I go through hills and valleys,
And days I don’t feel great,
I know they’re not my portion
For only God prepares my plate
When the darkness closes in
And the light is there no more
My God creates a beacon
And guides me towards the door
My courage comes from God
And fierceness from Him too,
When Jesus died to save my soul
There was nothing left for me to do
Becoming a free woman
By the washing of my feet,
Gives me a glimpse of who I am
And who the Lord wants me to be
In Guatemala, we had a squad meeting and there was a time for showing respect to each other; by washing one another’s feet. Amber started, and she came to me. She had decided to make me the first person to get their feet washed. I was beyond honored, and I felt like I could cry. After my feet were washed, I went and washed Skylar’s feet.
While we washed, we spoke to the person telling them things we admired, reminded them of God’s love, and just loving on them. When we finished, we dried their feet off and they took the tub onto the next person. It took a long time to finish, but none of us cared because we could seriously feel the Lord’s presence in that room, and we ended this night with worshiping an hour past curfew.
