Last Thursday night it was late, and I was preparing the go to bed which for me—includes a routine. This is what my husband does: he gets in bed. Well, add: brushes his teeth. That's his routine! I'm sort of envious. I take off my make up, apply cream, drink some water, move things on the dresser, get up to do something I forgot to do, and eventually—I get in bed! I'm trying to learn to simplify like my husband, but have a long way to go! But back to the story...
The other night I was looking so forward to my last step: turn out the light! My husband mentioned he sure would like me to rub his feet. (Well, actually he saw me put cream on, and he asked me to put cream on his feet.) I did it. No more. No less. No foot massage. I remember thinking, "I sure hope he doesn't ask me to rub his feet right now."
I was ready to turn out the light and I was already dreaming of my pillow. That's when he said something like he sure would like a foot massage, but I hemmed and hawed (that's how we say in the south that we don't want to answer) and said something like "You wanted me to put cream on your feet & something about when did he wash them last," to which he replied he had "just showered."
The next morning I was up preparing to have some quiet time with the Lord. My husband leaves early, so it was very quiet as I settled in to read a devotion before I did my Bible study. I was already feeling a bit guilty about not really serving my husband well on the whole feet thing when here's what I read (I kid you not, I'm not making this stuff up!):
"Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hand, and that he came forth from God and goeth unto God... John 13:3 ... we read that the next thing our Lord did was 'he took a towel, and girdeth himself...and began to wash the disciples' feet.' "
Note that Jesus did not—like me—ask when did they last wash them as if he didn't want to touch feet that had not been washed lately! But there's more... listen as I continue what I was reading from Oswald Chambers, Daily Thoughts for Disciples, pgs. 176-177:
"Can we use a towel as our Lord did? Towels and basins and feet and sandals, all the ordinary sordid things of our lives, reveal more quickly than anything what we are made of. (Juana: Ouch!) It is not the big occasions that reveal us, but the little occasions. It takes God Incarnate to do the most menial common place things properly.
'If I then, the Lord and the Master, have washed your feet, ye also ought to wash one another's feet.' Our Lord did not say: I have been the means of salvation of thousands, I have been most successful in my service, now you go and do the same thing'—He said: 'I have washed your feet: you go and wash one another's feet.' We try to get out of it by washing the feet of those who do not belong to our own set—we will wash the heathen's feet, or feet in the slums but fancy washing my brother's feet, my wife's, my husband's, the feet of the minister of my church! Our Lord said—'one another's feet.'
...'Now,' He says, 'show that one the same love that I have shown you.' If Jesus Christ has lifted us in love and grace, we must sow that love to someone else."
I IMMEDIATELY stopped reading (actually I don't think I made it to the end before I was convicted, asked the Lord to forgive me, and grabbed my phone) and texted my husband the words, "Please forgive me for not rubbing your feet, I was wrong. Happy to do it."
He wrote back, "No problem everything is okay." (if you're reading Hun, hope it's okay I'm saying this!
Walk by Faith, (and rub your husband's feet—if he likes it, that is!☺)