I withdrew my legs hastily from the very hot water. The first question I asked my wife was, “are you sure my legs will not become yellow after this?”.
She laughed, called me a bush man and walked away, without answering my question.
The ‘lady’ giving me a pedicure was bent on washing the colour off my legs. I thought she did a good job (not like I knew any better).
The only problem was, for my first ever professional pedicure, it wasn’t anything like I’d imagined because the only real story I have of a pedicure moment was Jesus washing the feet of his disciples.
Did He cut their nails too? (I am not very sure) but, it was meant to be a moment of purity, submission, acceptance and servant leadership.
I couldn’t help but think of the kind of relationship we have with God our father. He loves us so much that while we are filthy, stinking and wretched, He washed us, clothed us and gave us a new life, with DIRECT access, to approach boldly the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us at the proper time.
Every time I remember that, I scream out what John said in John 3:30.
He must become greater; I must become less.
Or He must increase in importance, while I must decrease in importance.
This isn’t just about trading our fame, or glory or wealth or significance.
It is the simple little things of trusting God with our small toys, for His big blessings. Letting go of the ‘small’ we are afraid to lose, in exchange for the gigantic God has in stock for us.
It’s time to let go, and let God.
Sometimes tears will come streaming down our faces. And it is ok to cry, just open up your hands, let go and watch God fill it back with more!