About every six weeks I like to go get what I call a “Tinacure”. Tina, the petite lady who gives me pedicures is w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l. I walk in the salon, she looks up, and waves or nods with a sweet smile. She knows I’m there for her. She gets the foot tub ready with really warm, sometimes hot, water and gets the massage chair powered up. She greets me with a hug and motions me to sit. Tina gives great messages on the feet and legs with lotion. Ahhh, I’m thinking I need to go visit her within the next week. I can feel the relaxation starting in my mind now.
When my daughter Holly, or anyone else as me to message their feet or give them a pedicure, you better believe that I tell them to go wash their feet good before I lay my hands on them. Yuck! I can imagine some of the disgusting feet that Tina and others in her business have to beautify. Glad it’s Tina and not me. I’ll teach kids all day long before I massage someone’s nasty feet.
Why am I writing about this? Well, this morning during scripture reading I read in John 12:3, “Mary came in with a jar of very expensive aromatic oils, anointed and massaged Jesus’ feet, and then wiped them with her hair.” It reminded me of a couple of weeks ago, after our friend’s funeral, Holly asked me “Mom, what do you think you’ll do when you get to heaven and see Jesus? I bet you’ll pour perfume on His feet and massage them.” Who knows. I do know that I won’t care if Jesus had been walking around in the dessert or in a mud hole, I would gladly fall at His feet, wash, and massage them, no matter what condition they are in. I owe Him so much. I owe Jesus much more than any expensive perfume or more than a little kneading of the feet. I owe Him my life.
I can’t imagine what I’ll do when I get to heaven and see Jesus, but I do know that I’ll be there one day. Ahhh, that relaxes me just picturing that glorious place.
June 7
