Everyone Needs a Good Foot Washing
I have dirty feet. I didn't even know it.
My suffering friend calls me yesterday evening to encourage me. She won't accept my attempts to fend her off with calm replies of, "I'm doing o.k.". Nope she says, "that's not good enough."
She takes off my shoes and begins to wash. Begins to scrape off the hard layers of soil that I had become so accustomed to wearing. It takes some scrubbing but she is determined.
"And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28...you mean, even for me Lord?
My friend continues, to wash. With His Word.
"Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me...Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit." Psalm 51:10~12
The dirt begins to fall away. I am beginning to see, right in the middle of this chronic trial. This stubborn darkness, my son daily wrestles. And I watch, helpless. God is renewing a right spirit within me.
My son grapples for truth. Truth is the treasure and it taunts with momentary enlightenment. Just beyond his grasp. Yet, truth leaves it's mark. Seemingly fleeting, God's truth is healing. It is doing it's work. God's work. But not only for my son, yet I did not see it. Until she washed my feet.
The very thing, this ugly condemnation that spits in the face of justification. God is healing. With each question, grapple for light, my son is reminded...I am reminded. We need this. To be healed. To see the Son, our saviour crying His last words..."It is finished". To grapple for it like our very lives depended on it.
Would I have searched for it without this trial? Would I have known His love so sweetly?
Now Romans 8:28, the seemingly elusive promise, is becoming real. Because a friend took the time to wash my feet.
My suffering friend calls me yesterday evening to encourage me. She won't accept my attempts to fend her off with calm replies of, "I'm doing o.k.". Nope she says, "that's not good enough."She takes off my shoes and begins to wash. Begins to scrape off the hard layers of soil that I had become so accustomed to wearing. It takes some scrubbing but she is determined.
"And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28...you mean, even for me Lord?
My friend continues, to wash. With His Word.
"Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me...Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit." Psalm 51:10~12
The dirt begins to fall away. I am beginning to see, right in the middle of this chronic trial. This stubborn darkness, my son daily wrestles. And I watch, helpless. God is renewing a right spirit within me.
My son grapples for truth. Truth is the treasure and it taunts with momentary enlightenment. Just beyond his grasp. Yet, truth leaves it's mark. Seemingly fleeting, God's truth is healing. It is doing it's work. God's work. But not only for my son, yet I did not see it. Until she washed my feet.
The very thing, this ugly condemnation that spits in the face of justification. God is healing. With each question, grapple for light, my son is reminded...I am reminded. We need this. To be healed. To see the Son, our saviour crying His last words..."It is finished". To grapple for it like our very lives depended on it.
Would I have searched for it without this trial? Would I have known His love so sweetly?
Now Romans 8:28, the seemingly elusive promise, is becoming real. Because a friend took the time to wash my feet.
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