Wash Your Feet?

So I'm not touchy feely. Well, I'm not touchy feely with boys. I'll hug the mess out of a girl. Not so much a guy. I'm more comfortable giving you a high five and a genuine smile than a hug. It's just the way I am. It doesn't mean I love you any less.

Well, the first day we were out picking up trash in Mexico, we all piled back into the van. Needless to say we are all hot, sweaty, and definitely don't smell like daisies. Our team leader says to us when we get back home to immediately go to an upper room and sit. Don't jump in the shower, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.

I'm immediately irritated about it. I smell like trash, I'm covered in dirt, and I just want to be clean. Nope, not an option. So we go upstairs. I'm acting like a child and pouting. I'm not saying much but my body language clearly says I'm fussy.

He comes in with his Bible and tells the story about Jesus being a servant and washing the disciples' feet. Then he says we are going to follow His example and wash each others feet while praying out loud for the person we were washing. This is the point where I'm wondering how I can politely back out. There are only four guys on our team and I was going to be washing one of them. And I'm going to be the last one washing and praying out loud. Praying out loud is something I'm not comfortable with either. I think its because I expect to be judged on how holy I am by the words I pray. Since I was going to be the last one washing, it gave me plenty of time to talk with God about how I was so uncomfortable doing this and He was going to have to help me through it. Sure enough, He did. It was interesting how much my heart changed from the start of this experience to the end of it.

Looking back on it, I wasn't there to wash someone's feet. I did, but I knew I was there for the last prayer that was prayed. I don't remember everything that was said during the prayer, but I do remember the part where he asks God to let us not go back home to Baton Rouge to the same crap we left. I definitely needed to hear that. So I'm asking God to please tell me He loves me. I know He does by His actions, just sometimes I need to hear Him say it. After we are done, one of the girls comes up to me and says, "I've got a word from God for you. He wants me to tell you He loves you."

Sigh, that Man. He sure does know how to take care of me. Even when I'm being fussy.