Foot washing

Tonight I washed my sister's feet. She cannot do it. She can barely get her own shoes and socks on. It's not the most fun thing to do, but she needed it done and I was there. It made me a little sad and teary and it made me think of Jesus. Those apostles' feet were probably pretty nasty. To add insult to injury, he knew within days they were going to be running scared on those same feet he had lovingly washed. I thought about the God of the universe dealing with filthy feet and I was glad I was on the floor washing my sister's feet. It felt good in a strange sort of way. Do it for someone you love and see how it feels.