beautiful feet

Those feet, the ones that I used to feel pushing on my abdomen from the inside out, are now woman’s feet…my sized feet. They still seek out puddles in which to jump, grass to run and frolic, and attempt to fly in air for cartwheel fun, but the toenails that used to have dirt underneath are now painted hues of pink, yet another indicator of turning from girl to young lady.

These feet have left the country for what I used to call a concrete jungle. We now realize it is hopscotch heaven, where youngsters giggle, ride bikes, and look for places to crouch in play of hide and seek. These feet still stand on scooters, but now run to help little friends on tricycles. These are helping feet that want to grow up, but still like to play.

These feet stand on level ground. They have been trained in the way they should go. I pray that they will not stray from the path before her, that they would be shod with the gospel of peace, continuing to learn “how beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!” (Rom 10:15)