It has been years since I have had my feet washed.
Foot washing is not practiced in our culture.
But the very act of foot washing is steeped in symbolism.
This morning, I had my feet washed.
I was so incredibly blessed
This sweet gal prayed over me and read Scripture over me, while washing my feet.
It was a precious time.
I was blessed.
Her words spoke to my heart.
Her timing was totally of God.
It followed on the heels of a difficult evening.
The kids & I had dinner at some friends house.
Let's just say, a couple of my kids were not on their best behavior ...
bouncing the exercise ball in their house, writing on their walls (seriously),
putting toys in each other's drinks... Shall I go on?
I put them to bed ... in my anger.
I felt shamed and embarrassed by their behavior, and my inability to stop them.
I was reeling over how I was going to discipline them when I went to bed.
This morning, as I sat with my feet in a bucket of water, I was convicted.
She was reading Scripture about forgiveness.
The passage in Matthew 18 cut to my core.
I have been forgiven much. And yet, sometimes I choose to withhold forgiveness.
I have been forgiven ALL my debt.
I must show mercy.
I am an unworthy servant, who must do my duty.
I must forgive much, others who are unworthy.