Have you ever stopped to think about your feet? The places they have been, haven’t been, could’ve been – or the places they could be? Do you see opportunity and adventure when you look down at the toes you know so well?
The feet you have will tell a story. They are the vessels that carry you – heart, mind and soul.
The thing I have discovered about feet is that, if you let them, they will take you somewhere you have never been before. They will take you places your heart may or may not be prepared to leave; where the sounds you hear are unfamiliar and the things you taste bring new life to your tongue. They will take you to places where the people you meet change the way your heart decides to beat.
Your feet give hope to all that you are by forging the way for your soul to connect. If you dare to let them, your feet will take you to a place and make room for your voice to speak. Your voice and your actions will begin a dance. A dance that will shape the print you leave in the places your feet allow you to go. As you leave your print, know that you are being imprinted upon as well. When your hand touches another you leave your mark, but one is left in return, whether that was your intention or not.
A challenge then is to be where your feet are – To let your heart always be above your feet. If you do, your heart may very well be broken. It might be torn apart by the poverty and brokenness, fear and shame, abandonment and wasted potential running rampant in the world. But there is the chance that all these things will set your heart on fire. A fire lit by richness and restoration, love and worth, acceptance and empowerment.
If you dare to let it, your heart will bleed because that’s what it does. In some form, love always bleeds.
I’ve let my feet take me to place after place, on one adventure after another and I’ve seen the shape of my heart begin to tranform. Every person has left a print that breaks the previous mold and creates a new design. Person by person, I am…
becoming.
My heart is forever grateful for the way it now beats – no matter how many times it has been bruised by my voice having to say goodbye because my feet have decided to go down a new path. There are pieces of me all over the world, scattered from country to country, person to person. As I let my heart bleed, I’m learning that
Love isn’t love if it’s something you keep.
Oh, that you would let your feet go to new places, let your eyes see new faces and allow your heart to find new rhythm. Imagine the path your mind could create if you’d change the boudaries you’ve placed around the feet that were designed to be free. Enclosed in the trap of a life bound by fear, our feet aren’t able to forge a new trail. They continue down the same path, around and around, again and again. No prints are made, no rhythms are changed.
I thank God for my feet, for the bit of bravery that has led them to places that have changed the appearance and heartbeat of my soul. I have failed and conquered, loved and let go. I have been empowered and strengthened, humbled and encouraged.
So today, because it is today, I’ll think about my feet – where they have been, and where they will be. I’ll look at my red painted toes and see opportunity and adventure… the ability to love. Thank you, feet, for every place and every person you have brought me to.
I hope and pray that, no matter what, I will always be where you are, wherever that might be.
