Feet are absolutely amazing.
Think about it – we use them all the time, and only think of them when they get sore!
They help us keep our balance. They keep us grounded. They dance, run, skip, gambol, trot, kick, leap, hop, and sway.
But the really beautiful thing?
They move us forward, one step at a time.
Sometimes recovery can feel like we’ve lost our feet. Like we’ve been reduced to crawling on our hands and knees, searching our back-trail for traces of the answers that we crave. Like we’ve lost the energy or will or desire to limp, let alone dance. Like we’ve been thrust into a dastardly pit that sucks us into its despair – that terrifying place where our feet thrash and struggle to find a foothold.
“He lifted me out of the pit of despair; out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along. Many will see what He has done and be amazed. They will put their trust in the Lord.” Psalm 40:2-3 NLT
Walking out of the miry pit – that only happens in God’s strength, with His timing, and His direction. What a distinctive honour, a public triumph, a declaration of a powerful and deliciously compassionate God to the world that He is well able to care for His own!
Your feet are beautiful indeed. These lowly appendages will help you to take one step at a time, until you slowly but surely are once again standing on solid ground – and those who see it will be blessed by the miracle!
And you know what? The lingering traces of the quagmire you just walked through will give them a decidedly gorgeous glow.
In the meantime?
These feet were made for walking.