Beautiful Feet

This morning I sit outside in the backyard that has been home to us for the past 11 months.  It rained last night.  Every time the wind whips the tree that serves as my umbrella above me, drops of rain left from the storm that cling to the leaves for their last breaths of oxygen fall to my paper and smudge the ink.  I like it.  Years from now when I thumb through these pages of my journal, I will remember this morning.

Tomorrow we will move again ... to another temporary home.  Home has become a word that no longer means brick and mortar.  It is a place, but not one on earth - in my heart.

As my body sits in this familiar place, taking in the last of the scenery before another transition, I find myself looking to another home.  My feet long to be back in Vienna.  It feels good to say that ... it's taken a while.  That home has been marred with pain and suffocation.  Those feelings have almost taken on human characteristics that have intimidated me like a 5th grade Bully.

Those days are gone.  God has healed.  New growth, and love, now fill those places that were damaged.  And now, my feet long to walk in the place I call home.

This morning, knowing the great love I have for the appendage that sports brightly colored toenails in summer, God surprised me with a reminder of His views on feet ... my feet:  "Beautiful are the feet of messengers who bring good news."

rubbing my feet in the grass,

beautiful feet