My Aching Feet

About a year ago, my right toe (the one closest to the big toe) was not cooperating with the rest of my toes. It was tired and protesting all the work and just checked out. This put the other toes on overload; it was too much for them to bear and other problems ensued. My journey to France and Spain would suffer because of the stubborn toe.

Purchasing more comfortable shoes for the trip was a disaster; instead of going to a walking shoe store I opted for a more fashionable blue suede loafer. Just after two hours of breaking in the adorable shoes (while sitting on the bus) pretty much ruined the rest of the trip. Oh, and that toe gave me heartache with every step. I was a trooper and the more I forced walking, the worse the damage; now two toes joined in the revolt and all I could do was use these petite French corn covers to bring the smallest amount of comfort. Prayer didn’t work either, nor holy water, it would become my little traveling cross.

When returning from the trip I Googled “how to stretch your shoes”. It looked simple enough so I filled a zip lock baggie with water and put it in the shoes and place in the freezer, but that just made a huge mess of water and the shoes took on a deeper shade of blue. Next step, the local shoe cobbler. After paying the exorbitant $15, I wore the shoes again as the nightmare continued the toe and his buddies went into a foot coma. The following day I returned the sweet shoes to their origin and never looked back.

And the eye cannot say to the hand, I have no need of you; nor again the head to the feet “I have no need of you.” My foot is part of my body and when it hurts it affects the rest of my body. (1 Cor 12:21)

We as Christians are part a body and when we see others in pain we too hurt with them.

 

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