Dear feet,
You’re a little more callused then you were four months ago.
From the heel to the tippy top of the big toe is evidence of four months lived well.
Tan lines, Heels rubbed red, and chipped nail polish tell hundreds of stories.
We crossed borders in 100-degree heat and 50 pounds strapped on our back. We hustled kiddos to their classroom while they shouted “Teacher! Teacher!” We trekked mountains to pray over villages full of people who have never known Christ. We danced in front of congregations that couldn’t understand words, but could understand song.
Where you walk, the gospel is brought.
4 countries. 7 more to go. Countless people who will encounter the hope that is in Jesus Christ because of you, feet.
Before we left, the brain said, “This doesn’t make any sense.” The heart said, “It hurts to leave.” Feet, you said, “Here I am, send me.”
You may never be perfectly polished and will forever be a little rough around the edges, but I love you this way. It’s the way you were created to be.
-Becca
