Washing Feet

I had the opportunity to wash the feet of many women last weekend. It's the first event I've participated in since Thailand nine months ago. Would I have nothing to give or would the nothingness in me allow the flow of God to be richer and fuller than before?

As I knelt before each beautiful woman, the movement of the Divine was tangible. God pours through a willing vessel, no matter how cracked. Typically, as I wash feet, my focus is on how Presence of God is flowing and what Spirit is saying. I have learned to trust this outpouring of the Divine through me.

With that trust in Spirit movement, something else surfaced this time. The slowing down, healing, undoing, and growth of the last several months created a connection to my humanity mingling with the divinity in a new way.

I knelt before them, washing the dirt, looking in their eyes, feeling their despair of feeling unworthy (ie: not perfect). I looked with compassion out of the depth of my humanity confident that even there, especially there, in our imperfection, we are loved. God lavishes his great Love upon humanity and for those that receive, Love transforms the broken places and reveals the gold that's been there all along. Loved, forgiven, empowered, restored, healed. Not because we have it all together but because we are Loved by the Creator of the Universe who knows all the secrets and hidden dirt and loves unconditionally.