So many places have my feet been that I wonder where my days have gone. They all slosh around in my mind as though in a jar of miscellaneous liquids--ebbing and flowing toward and away from one another as each moment unfolds.
This week my feet have been in countless places, stepping on various grounds, wearing different pairs of shoes, resting in numerous positions.
Buechner says, "...if you want to know who you are, watch your feet. Because where your feet take you, that is who you are."
If I am wherever it is my feet take me, this week (maybe more than most) I am a people-er.
A lounger beside people, a listener to people, a laugher with people, a lover of people.
My feet have been carefully placed on carpeted living room floors clad with the cozy, overcast gloom of the day.
My feet have been loudly clunking thru loyal, love-filled homes with narrow hallways made up of wooden floors and tiny bathrooms with tile that takes me back to a simpler time that was never my own.
My feet have been steadily bouncing on the floor of a meeting space as dreams and ideas and progression move thru the air as easily as the breath.
My feet have been strategically wrapped around the bottom rungs of a bar stool in a clean and crisp burger bistro as business and life and love are shared between friends.
My feet have been determinedly walking up a lengthy driveway made up of pebbles of various shapes and shades where I witnessed the sunshine for the first time in five days... as it reached far beyond the sky, down thru barren branches and gently brushed the water flowing beneath the ground on which I walked.
There are still many steps to take before the week comes to its inevitable close.
But I hope by grace that I will continue being the people-er I have managed to be this week and the people-er I know that I've been created to be by the Creator, remembering as I go the many places where my feet have been...
