Beautiful Feet

As of the moment I’m pushing publish on this post, there are exactly 60 days until my 30th birthday. In celebration of this occasion, my teammate treated me to an amazing foot spa experience at a fun little place we discovered in our new town. After almost 3 years of flip-flops and dusty roads, my feet are far from beautiful. They’ve carried me for hours on prayer walks, sport a pretty funky sandal tan, and have endured lots of tile floor living. Thankfully, the girl who did my massage knew what Cambodia does to feet and lots of coconut oil and grace later, I feel like a brand new person.

As I let all my muscles relax and savored air conditioning I don’t have to pay for, I thought of this verse: 

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!  

If there’s one lesson that I’m taking from my 20s into a new decade, it is that we need to keep going. My job of taking the good news of peace and salvation isn’t a box I can check and be done. Sometimes I let myself think that I have fulfilled my duty, I have left my family and most of my earthly possessions, traded in comfy shoes and high heels for flip-flops and bare feet. I have completed the part of the Great Commission (Matthew 28) that says, “Go”. But I can’t stop there. I have to keep leaving my comfort zone, my house, my town and continue to let these feet carry me to my neighbor, my friends, my enemies, with the Gospel. This applies to all of us, I think, whether we are in a little Midwest town or a gigantic Asian city. Where do your beautiful feet need to take you today?