Sexy Feet And The Good News

Women love to look pretty. Well, most women love to look pretty. I’ve seen a few that could use a little help. I’m just sayin’.

We color our hair, we wear shoes that hurt our feet, we wear Spanx that, all but cuts off the circulation at our mid sections, just to make ourselves appear slimmer. We painstakingly apply make up. We even pay to have someone paint, and/or apply fake nails on our fingers and toes! We will go through pain to look prettier!

Me? I’ve found myself, the older I get, finding some of those things not quite as important as they used to be. For instance, I got rid of the Spanx! I prefer breathing over looking a couple pounds slimmer! Not to mention, at the end of the day, when that thing comes off, Steve sees what’s really under there! And as far as wearing uncomfortable shoes? Forget that! I prefer my feet being comfy! Not to mention, I enjoy being safe! Some of these heels are so high, I look like a newborn fawn trying to walk! There’s nothing sexy about that!
I do, however, do NOT want crusty, old, disgusting feet! I’m just too cheap to pay someone to have them done every week. So, I decided to buy the stuff and do them myself.

I went to Walmart and found this kit that had a callous remover, which is basically a razor blade, a file thingy, and a polisher thing. I couldn’t wait to get home and try it out! I was sure to have the softest feet in Alabama! I marched right in, took off my shoes, and commence working on my feet!

As the callous remover was gliding across my heel, I imagined Steve rubbing my soft, sexy feet. As I filed, I pictured me playing footsie with him under the table. As I polished, I dreamed about all my girlfriends asking me where I’d had my feet done. Yeah. Ok. NONE of that happened!

By the time I was finished, it looked like someone had been bludgeoned in my living room! There was blood and dry skin all in the floor! What had I done?! Both my heels and both big toes were bleeding! I’d felt a twinge of pain, but “no pain, no gain” right?

After I wiped off my feet, that’s when the burning set in! I put A&D Ointment on my wounds, topped with band aids. I then tried putting lotion on the skin that was left exposed. I had soft feet alright, but they hurt so bad I could hardly walk, let alone play footsie! The bad thing is, they only stayed soft for a couple days, because scabs certainly aren’t soft! They actually hurt so badly, that it woke me up a few times during the night! That’s just ridiculous! Forget a bunch of foot rubbing and footsie playing!

This got me to thinking about how I live. I’ll go through pain for beauty, but heaven forbid, I get out of my comfort zone when God asks me to do something that I consider difficult! I’ll make excuses, I’ll put it off, I’ll do just about anything not to have to do something I don’t want, or that I’m scared to do. I’ll trust myself with a razor blade and a file, but I won’t trust God to supply me with the things I need to do what He’s asked. Yeah, because that makes perfect sense.

I’ve come to the conclusion that being obedient is way more important than beauty. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to wear make up, have my hair colored, scrape my feet, and have the occasional face peel, I’m not that old yet! I just want to be willing to endure being uncomfortable for Christ, when He asked me to do something. I want to trust that if He’s called me to it, He’ll get me through it. And I want to trust that, if I end up with “scabs” He’ll bind up my wounds and heal me completely, scar free! And regardless if I screw up, I’ll be rewarded for my obedience, and God’s will will be done in spite of me!

And how can anyone tell them without being sent by the Lord? The Scriptures say it is a beautiful sight to see even the feet of someone coming to preach the good news. Romans 10:15 (Even if those feet may have scabs😊)

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