~1 Peter 5:6
I can only imagine where Jesus’ feet roamed. Dusty roads. Dirty floors. Weed-choked fields. Scrabbling over craggy rocks. I like to ponder the sandals that encased His feet and bore His weight. I like to think of the dust that they collected—evidence of His tireless travels to tell others about God’s love for them. I like to think about Jesus taking off those well-worn sandals at night—how they waited for Him through the long, dark hours. And I think to myself, I want to be that patient. I want to become that dusty and dirty for Him. I want to carry His weight—carry His message—that God loves us. I want to be as humble before God as the dust on Jesus’ sandals.