As I did, I thought how many times I've had a similar experience. Sometimes, it's a sticky spot that the bottom of my foot perceives.
Going shoeless, as I frequently do in the house, proves to be a good - though unintentional - detector of things that need attention. (I also realize tt's probably because my husband seldom goes barefoot that he doesn't see the floor the same way I do. And that could be the subject of a whole 'nother post! )
This morning, I am reminded of "walking barefoot" through life. Without barriers that would desensitize me to the needs of others around me. Skin to floor. Noticing and responding to the bumps and sticky stuff that need attention and taking appropriate action to help.
This morning, I "saw" with my feet. As I leave the house, I want to see with my "heart". I want to live skin to floor.
Do you know what I mean?
"How beautiful are the feet of those...." Romans 10:15