Dirty feet

I think I have a better appreciation for Jesus washing the disciple's feet. Now that it's been warm out, Harmony wants to wear sandals every day. Her feet get amazingly black, so before she even takes a bath, we wash her feet in the sink. She loves it, and giggles when you wash between her toes.

I can only imagine how much better it would have felt in Jesus' time, when the only form of shoes was sandals, and they walked a lot more than we do, and on dirt paths instead of sidewalks.

Thanks, Lord, for washing my dirty feet when I most need it.