I never want to have clean feet again.
That’s a strange statement, but hear me out.
Before launching on the World Race, one thing I hadn’t considered was how incredibly dirty I would become. There’s no escaping it.
Dirt in my tent
Dirt on my clothes
Dirt in my hair
And OH GRACIOUS so much dirt on my feet!
When the occasional shower presented itself, I would scrub and scrub and only manage to wash off some of the grime before immediately stepping into the inevitable mud puddle on the bathroom floor.
The question, “Am I getting tan or is that just dirt?” Is a common thing to hear while playing games with my squad-mates.
You get the picture…
At first, I was frustrated at my inability to properly clean myself, but now I love it!
I love waking up with no worries about the day because I honestly can’t get any more gross.
I love going to bed with sand on my face and under my nails because I played with kids for hours.
I love it when it takes me ten minutes to brush my hair because children with chalky hands tried to braid it.
And most of all, I love my dirty feet!
They show me where I’ve been, what I’ve done, and who I’ve met.
I find purpose in this life, and I never want to be in a situation where I can fully clean my feet again.
My new goal is to have an enormously full heart and perpetually dirty feet.
I hope that everyone in this world can find a passion that makes them as happy as I am when I look down at my mud stained feet.
Isaiah 52:7
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of the messenger who brings good news, the good news of peace and salvation, the news that the God of Israel reigns!
