She had beautiful feet.
Her lot in life was simple.
She embraced it, gave it all she had.
A farm wife who never had a real "job",
who never earned any money of her own.
Her house was unadorned, basic furnishing made by her man.
Her floors, always clean, were covered with the cheap linoleum that
drummers brought once a year.
Her house was filled with laughter, comfort.
One always felt welcome entering there, gratified.
Ratty-haired little children who came to her house were offered
kindness and gentleness, something they rarely saw.
She told them about the Lord, that He loved them,
that they were important to Him.
Some of the seeds she sowed fell away, were lost.
Others struggled with the knowledge.
Some fell in love with the Lord and served Him with all their heart,
reproducing from the seed she had sown many years before.
No make-up, her gray hair always in a bun, a tad overweight.
She would not have been picked out of the crowd for her physical beauty.
As she aged, her legs and feet became riddled with blue and red;
varicose veins that distorted and weakened.
She couldn't always wear her shoes.
She had beautiful feet.
Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!" Romans 10: 13-14
Her lot in life was simple.
She embraced it, gave it all she had.
A farm wife who never had a real "job",
who never earned any money of her own.
Her house was unadorned, basic furnishing made by her man.
Her floors, always clean, were covered with the cheap linoleum that
drummers brought once a year.
Her house was filled with laughter, comfort.
One always felt welcome entering there, gratified.
Ratty-haired little children who came to her house were offered
kindness and gentleness, something they rarely saw.
She told them about the Lord, that He loved them,
that they were important to Him.
Some of the seeds she sowed fell away, were lost.
Others struggled with the knowledge.
Some fell in love with the Lord and served Him with all their heart,
reproducing from the seed she had sown many years before.
No make-up, her gray hair always in a bun, a tad overweight.
She would not have been picked out of the crowd for her physical beauty.
As she aged, her legs and feet became riddled with blue and red;
varicose veins that distorted and weakened.
She couldn't always wear her shoes.
She had beautiful feet.
Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!" Romans 10: 13-14
Who is this woman, Wanda? I love her.
ReplyDeleteShe reminds me a little of my own dear great aunt who is nearing the end of her life now.
She lived in my neighborhood when I was a child...no relation to me. She made a big impact with her simple ways. I loved her, and try to be like her.
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