Oh, and the mom didn’t bring enough diapers.
Did I have extra?
“No, sorry,” fake sincerity oozing.
The truth was I couldn’t get beyond the feet, those tiny, filth-caked feet. I mean, how much effort does it take to wipe two pair of teeny feet?
I simmered as a question darted through my mind.
Do you know what’s worse than dirty feet?
Um, fingers covered in sticky goo?
No, a dirty heart.
My heart showed up to serve, but instead judged. My heart longed to above all, to love each other deeply (1 Peter 4:8), but instead got stuck on the surface.
I desire for all to know the love of Jesus, but I prefer if the “all” arrive cleaned-up, dusted off, and with clean feet.
Tell me about it…
“Warm water and soap can bathe babies clean, but scrubbing off judgement takes serious work.” – That is quite a line, A., quite a line. I think it might be more work than I’d like to think about at times 🙁
Oh Amy – scrubbing off judgement! I will be pondering this post for a while…
As long as we continue to live as if we are what we do, what we have, and what other people think about us, we will remain filled with judgments, opinions, evaluations, and condemnations. We will remain addicted to putting people and things in their “right” place.