My feet are filthy. They have been that way for the past 4 1/2 months. No amount of wet wipes or bucket showers have been able to get all the dirt off my feet. They are dry and calloused and have a very pronounced sandal tan line. Applying a cute shade of nail polish helps a little, but overall, my feet look pretty rough. I've accepted that this is probably going to be how my feet look for the next 6 1/2 months of my life.
Yet somehow whenever I look down at those feet I'm reminded of Romans 10:15 where it says beautiful are the feet of those who brings good news. These beautiful, dirty feet have traveled to five different countries on 3 different continents so far.
They have walked an hour each way to visit a lonely widow in Moldova to remind her that she is not alone.
They have walked through a gypsy village in Romania to hand out food.
They have stopped in the middle of the dirt streets in India to be surrounded by the small feet of children.
These dirty feet have stood in front of churches in these different countries to share my story of HOPE.
They have stood on a rooftop in India to shout out declarations of freedom over my life.
They have climbed mountains in Nepal to reach villages that are in need of churches.
They have danced in an African church.
They have stood on a platform in the slums of Kenya to tell the crowds that there is a God who loves them.
These dirty feet have gotten even dirtier stepping in mud during a rainstorm to get to a stranger's house to pray healing over their sickness that has left them bed-ridden for the past four years.
My feet have gotten me lost numerous times in several countries only to lead me to a divine interaction with someone.
So yeah, my feet may be dirty. I may have moments where I look down at them and scrunch my face and say "eeeuugggh". I may at times daydream about the pedicure that I will be happy to get when I set my feet back on US soil. But I can also look at the dirtiness of my feet and think about how beautiful they must be in the eyes of my Father, who says beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news.
I can only imagine where else these beautiful, dirty feet are going to take me on the rest of my journey. I still have so many opportunities ahead of me to get these feet dirty bringing the good news of hope and love that comes from Christ alone. As they like to say here in Africa – Hallelujah, praise the Lord, amen!
