Beautiful are the Feet

Can it be that the person I need to preach to the most, is myself? How can it be that I forget so frequently? Am I my biggest ministry opportunity?
That must be the most narcissistic thing ever.

Romans 10:15-- How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news?

Lord, please give me beautiful feet, ones that preach the good news to whoever is listening. And most of the time that will only be me. Allow me to wrestle and work out my salvation with fear and trembling, that all this might actually be true. It feels too good to be true.

My goal for this blog is to write. Just to write honestly. An entry every few days, about whatever the Lord has indicated me to write about. Not to get people to read, but to be obedient to what he's told me.

Almost a year ago, I felt like God told me to write. The "goal" was a book. It was silly. I talked about it with a friend, told my husband, and got to writing my book. It fizzled, as most things do. I didn't know where to start. But here it is, many months later, and the urge to write is still in my periphery. That must mean it's from God. Writing takes practice. I can't just sit down and write a book on my first try.

Lord, make my feet beautiful. Make them pleasing to you.