Feet

We were asked to write about feet in our writing class. I wondered what my feet and life would look like at the end of my journey. This is a (super)short story.

         “Oma, what’s wrong with your feet?” She smiles at me as she skips toward my wheelchair. I feel her four-year-old eyes looking at my eighty-four-year-old feet. I can sense her dad trying to hush her as he pushes me toward the shade in the park. “Sorry, mom,” he says.
“Well, I used to skip like you. But now my feet are broken.” We stop as she stands in front of me. She is now staring while she bends over. She studies my toes as her small fingers trace across my gnarly bones.
“Mom painted my toes last night. Wanna see?” She plops in the grass and pulls off her sandals. Her tiny toes wiggle. Red polish glistens in the summer sun.
“I used to paint my nails.” I say, as my mind drifts and I open the door for the memories.

How I had despised my feet all my life. But then when my precious son announced he had proposed and the wedding day came closer, I decided to get a pedicure – as the mother of the groom I wanted to look good for him. At fifty-five it was my first time. I sat in the salon, feet soaking in the small tub, admiring the women who knew what they were doing. I had felt so uncomfortable with the stranger at my feet, trying to make them look beautiful for that special day. I remember thinking about Jesus washing the disciples’ feet. I felt the men’s awkwardness of their master becoming a servant.
But then, after I walked out, I looked differently at my toes. I liked them shining through my open sandals. Two times a year I went back after that day.  

         How my feet had carried me all my life. I had walked into churches for weddings and funerals. I had exposed them to the hot sand of beaches and the smooth stones in mountain creeks. I had stuffed them into hiking boots and slid them into open sandals. How many times had I set them on the floor, morning after morning – often not knowing where they would carry me?

“Oma, will they work again?” She asks, bringing me back. Her eyes now intently on mine. My heart sinks a little.
“No honey. I am now carried wherever I go.”
“Good. I will carry you when you need help!” The answer has satisfied her and she skips away.

         I think of being carried by the One who always carries us. As I look at my feet and hear the birds in the tree and the nearby laughter of children, I quietly pray for my children and grandchildren. I pray they know the One who carries them. I realize how I really never walked on my own two feet but have been carried by the One who will carry me all the way home. I know that only there I will truly be walking on my own.

(Essay by Heidi Viars, June, 2021 – Picture by my sweet sister, Moni … thank you for always walking with me!)

25 responses to “Feet”

  1. Love it my friend! How to change a person’s perspective on one of the most used and abused parts of our body! When I think of the body of Christ sometimes I wonder if I am the feet!! Love you

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  2. you took word and gave a mighty perspective Heidi…thanks for sharing.
    I came home from a wilderness trip that my feet and canoe carried me through to let my wife travel to see the grandkids while I care for our handicapped daughter’s crippled feet and other problems. I have not taken my feet for granted the 40 years my daughter has been around. feet are quite an invention by God.

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    1. You know, Gary, my favorite part about our blogging community is that we get to share these snippets of our lives. Thank you for sharing this part about your life and your daughter. I wonder … as you take care of her feet if you are not all along touching HIS.

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      1. That is a wonderful insight Heidi. I have often wondered if caring for the body of Christ is as literal as figurative. I don’t think I will touch my daughters feet, as well as her others wounds, the same way again. Oh my, tearing up..thank you!

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  3. Such an artist with words…thank you, Heidi. ❤️

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    1. Thanks for reading, sweet friend ❤️

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  4. Great story and wonderful reflections within it!

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    1. Thank you for reading. Love your (cyber) place, Mamlava! Keep going … talking about God’s goodness!!!

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      1. Thank you so much! It brings me such joy to write about Gods goodness- and man, what a topic! It never runs out and never lacks for inspiration.
        I really enjoy the way you write. Thank you for sharing your beautiful gift with the world!

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  5. Such a lovely example for us, that grandmother.
    I appreciate her gratitude for what was without self-pity for what’s lost. I too praise God for his strong arms that carry us close to his heart (Isaiah 40:11) every day of our lives, and that he will continue to do so until we’re home with him! An insightful post, Heidi–as always!

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    1. Thank you for reading, Nancy. I think we do well to to reflect from the end perspective … I have been missing spending time at your (cyber)place. I will have to come on over soon. I’ll bring some lemonade and hang with you ❤️

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      1. Oh, that would be so much fun–I’ll supply the cookies!

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  6. Thanks a lot for sharing about the wonderful days of life.Enjoyed reading it.Take care.🌹🙏

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    1. Thank you for commenting, Francis 🙂

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      1. My pleasure.🌹🙏

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  7. Excellent, Heidi! Very visual and compelling to read. I love the tie in to our walk with God. Well done! Blessings.

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    1. I think good questions do that, don’t they … they are worth pondering and bring us to a better place. I LOVE good questions. Thanks for the read, David!

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    1. Soo good to see you here, Deb!!! Miss reading your reflections! Hope you are well. ❤️

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  8. You are a wonderful writer, Heidi. ❤

    I wanted to take Lesley's writing course, but we are saving everything we can to travel from New Mexico to Pennsylvania for my son's wedding the first weekend in September. Hmm, maybe I will get a pedicure. I have never had one. I will be walking my son down the aisle, because he is marrying a precious young woman from the Dominican Republic and this is their tradition. I will have open-toed shoes.

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    1. Oh Linda… this is wonderful … Only one of my son is married (I have four) … It was a beautiful day. I will pray for your travels and for that special day!!! ❤️

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    Carol Congalton

    Beautiful!

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    1. Beautiful God! Thanks for reading, Carol 🙂

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