Bare Feet

Categories:Preschool Years

I love to walk around in my bare feet. I always, always have.

Of course, there is a price to pay for shoelessness, and I pay that price.

The other morning I was sitting on the floor finishing my quiet time when Campbell kinda stumbled in – still mostly cloaked in sleep. Don’t you love a puffy face on a three year-old? She fell into my lap and I just wrapped both arms around the ball of her to love her into alertness. I began to rub the soles of her feet. They are no longer tender like that of a baby. They have toughened a little. Although there’s the well-worn “smooth as a baby’s bottom” simile, I have always thought the skin of a baby’s foot is most delicate and perfect. So it was disconcerting to discover one more way my littleness of a girl is no longer a baby.

Life can sometimes to do that to us, huh? Toughen us. Harden us. Make us calloused. Closed.

Ezekiel 36:26 – I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.

Psalm 95: 7b-8 – Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts…

Signs, signs; everywhere signs
With Love

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