It is not a subject I love.
I used to wear high heels when the occasion called for such glamor.
I used to not be embarrassed to wear flip-flops.
Now the protruding bone on the upper inside of both my feet are dull-aching reminders the old is gone. But the new is less attractive and plagued with stress.
The Bible says you cannot put new wine into old wine skins. True, these feet ain’t fittin into any past career-footwear. Rather, they humbly seek the comfort of their Savior in stretchy, roomy, sometimes extra wide, ever more practical shoes.
Here’s what else my God says about this whole wardrobe quandary. No matter the season, or reason, for choosing such body and feet coverings, do not worry.
“Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?” (Matthew 6:27).
And this I ask myself, if you can unashamedly speak Jesus in public, why do you harbor this sense of misfit about your feet?
No shame means no shame at all for those who are in Christ.
“Because the Sovereign Lord helps me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore have I set my face (and feet) like flint, and I know I will not be put to shame” (Isaiah 50:7).
My God is sovereign. He knew this day of pain in my feet bones would arrive.
Instead of accepting my fate (genetics aren’t good), I need to begin laying hands upon my feet and praying health to my crooked bones, for He is the Way out of the wilderness, out of despair, out of lost and wrong directions.
“Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones” ( Proverbs 3:7-8).
Who among you also needs to pray over your own body?
Let’s not be martyrs like this.
Who are we pleasing by ignoring prayer over our own aches and pains? Not Our Father in heaven, not our spouses, and not ourselves.
“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of the those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, ”Your God reigns!”.
There is hope for every ailment, every sickness, every addiction, every broken heart. His name is Jesus. He died a gruesome death by crucifixion so that we would lay our lives down daily to Him. All our pain, shame, grief, bodily sin and illness belong at His feet so that His blood covers, protects, heals.
As I prepare to preach at Revival next month, I am looking to Him to cleanse my soul of any stuck points. For I cannot be right before God to stand before Him and lead His people to the Cross if I haven’t tarried there.
Love in Christ,