God does not send us into the dangerous and exacting life of faith because we are qualified; He chooses in order to qualify us for what he wants us to be or do." Eugene Peterson
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Robyn Rochelle Cox
Loving God in the Moment
Sunday, September 17, 2006
There are a few things that I really like about my body. Now, it must be admitted that it has taken almost 50 years to be able to say that.
I like my hair - it is colored by God. And, I like it long - it makes me feel feminine. Trust me, feeling feminine after being by oneself for almost 18 years rearing a family is a huge accomplishment!!!! giggle.
I appreciate my more than adequate bum - my muscles get me around in this European lifestyle and I praise God that my bum muscles work!
My hands have always been a comfort to me - I never had to work hard on nail care, I have long fingers that can fly over keyboards, and I absolutely marvel at the sense of touch.
I like my eyes - they work so hard for me. And...
I like my feet.
Yes, my feet. I have several family traits that are revealed by my feet.
First, I have a second toe that is longer than my big toe. I have been told from early on that this is a sign of strength... I don't know if I believe it or not. I rarely 'feel' strong. In my weakness, my God has been strong for me. I think that is more the case for me, as opposed to my being strong.
I have a slight web in my two second toes, and I have a very strange little toe that has been caught on everything from headboards to ottomans, from stairs to door frames. My children have spent many a 'shaking head moment' with me, pulling my little toe back into socket because it would be sticking out of the side of my foot at a 90 degree angle! It looks absolutely war torn! But, I like it.
I enjoy my feet.
However, on Thursday I did not take care. Running up the steps at die Bahnhof (the train station) trying recklessly to catch the tram for class, I tripped and fell forward. It was a quick moment of hesitation and I continued on, up the steps, on the tram, into the classroom. After unloading books, pens, pencils, notebooks, wordbook, workbooks, and an apple for snack, I began to feel a slight throb in my big toenail. By the end of the day, the throb had turned to pain. I have toenail polish on my toes, so I could not tell if there was damage - but it sure felt like it. I came home, took the polish off and found my toenail was mangled. It was filled with this purple/blue/black color. I might loose a toenail. I have been dealing with the reality that I am vain about my toes. I never realized it before, but God has been talking to me about feet ever sense.
Feet: stink when they are in the same shoes too long and haven't been taken out and washed!
Feet: grow longer after every child
Feet: get a beating and are rarely appreciated
Feet: Christ washed the feet of the disciples
Feet: how beautiful are the feet of those who 'bring Good News"...
Feet: CHRIST is the ONLY one whose steps are worthy to follow - all other people's steps are simply men's; men who have clay feet like yours and mine. Putting our feet in their footsteps (i.e. desiring to follow them, be like them, think like them, ... you know the drill) simply reveals our own lack of wisdom. Love 'em - don't follow 'em.
Feet: Following Christ: now there are some feet worthy of following! And what a journey!
Your Mutating Missionary
Following where Christ leads
Posted by Robyn Rochelle E. at Sunday, September 17, 2006
A little about me
I am in the world almost every day. Okay, daily.