One day when I was hard at work at a culinary creation, one of my then three year olds came into the house from the backyard shoeless. You almost couldn't tell she was shoeless because by the state of her feet you could have thought she was wearing brown shoes. I should have known that all that shrieking and laughing with her siblings involved dirt and water.
With a heavy and irritated sigh I turned off my burners and carried my tot to the bathroom to wash her feet. I was bothered that I had to stop my production to wash her dirty little piggies. As she giggled and wriggled and enjoyed the process, I suddenly thought of Jesus. Jesus washed feet, but they were smelly, dusty man feet that had walked many miles in sandals through who knows what. I was washing cute little toddler feet. When Jesus washed the disciples' feet He was teaching them a lesson about servanthood. He was never too busy to instruct and lead by example. He knew He had three short years to infuse as much of Himself as He could into His own.
Reality check for me as I dried off those chubby little feet. I have my kids for a short amount of time (though there are some days that seem to last years). I realized that my job is also to infuse as much of Jesus as I can into my own while I can. It's a tough job, only because I keep getting in the way. I however, have a Master teacher who continues to teach, guide, and direct me every step of the day. Hallelujah, what a Savior!
