Feet

The cold, I don't like it much.
It makes my body hurt more than it regularly does.

As I was outside today, as I usually am, and I began to walk toward my house. My legs hurt and went numb. I had to hunch over awkwardly and drag my right leg. It probably looked horribly pitiful, but it's a normal routine for me to do.
I said to God, "My feet hurt, as they always do. Why do I have to hurt so much?"
And then I had a thought, I thought about Jesus' feet.

I thought about how much he walked in the desert and how sore they must have grown. I bet his feet hurt too, in every season, and I thought about how dirty and blistery they must have grown.
Before this thought occured in my head, I had asked Him to make me like Him.

And that's when I realized, when we think of being like Jesus, we think of perfection and holiness, or at least I do. Maybe it was God. He reminded me of my weakness. Jesus, though perfect, had them too when He was on earth. His feet hurt too, like mine.

I remember all the tales of Jesus healing the crippled with just one touch.
So that means Jesus is capable of healing me, but He obviously doesn't want me to be on earth. But that means He probably has some mysterious and great thing for me to do that I would never think of.


My feet,
I won't need them for what He wants me to do
if Jesus walked all over the desert, than I can too
cause his hurt like mine.


Make me more like You.
If Your grace is an ocean, than I hope I'm sinking.