Feet. Generally they smell pretty rancid. Especially after they have been in a pair of tennis shoes all day. Sweaty. Stinky. All pruney and what not. It takes you aback. Pretty gross, right?
Imagine this: your sitting at the feet of Jesus. Your nose is filled with a fragrance. This fragrance isn’t anything that was described above. It’s sweet. Refreshing. Wholesome. Life giving.
Yesterday I was worshiping the Lord. Filled with His joy. And I so desired to be at His feet. I knelt down and put my face to the ground. But I felt something…something that made me feel like I shouldn’t be at His feet.
Joy. So much joy.
It wasn’t right to sit at His feet so filled. Being at the feet of Jesus is meant for my brokenness. Emptiness. Humility. Abandon. Heart ache. Suffering.
And that’s when the Lord opened my eyes.
I can be at the feet of Jesus humbly filled with joy. I can take any part of who I am before His feet and still be in my rightful place. I don’t have to be broken. I don’t have to be empty to bow before Him. I don’t always have to be in need to go to His feet.
So in my mind at this moment, I grabbed Jesus’ feet and shook them. I gave Him back all the joy He was giving me. I told Him I loved Him. And in that moment He filled me with even more joy.
I began to kiss His feet.
What a gift it would be to touch even His feet. My flesh would melt.
I then turned my ear to His feet. I sat and listened to what His feet had to say.
Even. His. Feet. Are. Filled. With. Wisdom.
They know where to go. They know where they have been. So much wisdom is to be gained in looking at the places where the feet of Jesus have stepped.
What an honor it is to be so loved by a God so sweet and kind, that even His feet exude a fragrance sweeter than honey.
