Skin to Floor

I padded across the kitchen floor to the coffee pot this morning.  As I did, my bare foot felt the presence of a small foreign object.  I paused to pick up the offending (and unidentified) object and toss it into the trash before pouring my cup of coffee...

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

7 comments:

  1. Awesome analogy. I love life lessons! Happy SONday!

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  2. Yes, I know what you mean!

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  3. Excellent analogy, Rebecca!

    Deanna

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  4. Yes, to see with your heart.

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  5. I, too, am the only who goes barefoot in our home. But seeing with the heart? My husband is so good at it. And I keep working on it--asking God to help me see through His eyes. Sometimes RB sees it and I respond. Teamwork!

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  6. What a great picture of having no "insulation" between us and the world. God bless you.

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