Before I started the race, I wrote a blog called “Whose feet will you wash?”  I recently was sharing old blogs with a friend and ran across this one.  It was very timely, because after devotions with the ladies on Thursday, we did feet washing.  These ladies are precious.  Most likely, each and every one of them has been abused by a man in their past.  They have been going through counseling, and during their last session, the one counselor, who is a male, read John 13: 1-17.  He then got down on his knees, lifted his hands in surrender, and told the ladies that he was apologizing to them for every male in their lives that had hurt them in some way.  There was not a dry eye in the room. 

For time sake, Ashley and I were asked to assist him.  As I washed their feet, I felt the roughness.  I thought of how these feet have walked many dirt roads.  They have participated in hard labor.  They have stepped into bars.  They have stepped into cars.  They have been on the run.  They have led bodies down paths that no person should ever go down.  But then, as the dirt was washed off them, there was a sense of renewal.  These feet have learned to dance.  They’ve learned to walk in hope.  In faith.  With strength.  Now they carry bodies of beautiful woman who know their identity as a beloved daughter who can ask their kind and compassionate Father for forgiveness, and truly believe and receive that blessing.   

Just look at these BEAUTIFUL women!!

Although this is a physical demonstration of how Jesus dying on the cross works and cleanses us...just remember all you have to do is ask...and let the dirt run off.