Each morning after my two cats have been fed, I brush them to remove any loose hair. This is especially important as they are now seniors and are not as nimble at grooming themselves as in their youth. This morning the grooming session reminded me of something beautiful.
As I pulled Templeton to my lap and flipped him so I could groom his belly, his brother, Wilbur began washing Templeton’s feet. When it was Wilbur’s turn for belly grooming, Templeton did the same thing for Wilbur’s feet. Yes, it reminded me of how Jesus washed the feet of His disciples shortly before He was betrayed.
I believe feet washing is a humbling act of kindness, but I also believe this act means much more. It means we should care for our brothers and sisters at all times. Maybe we aren’t literally washing feet, but we can be the hands and feet of Jesus when necessary. I learned so much about this when I became caregiver to my husband. It wasn’t the retired life we planned, but it is one God planned for us. Love is all about giving from the heart. About washing feet. Lifting my cup of tea on this Sunday morning as I wish you all a blessed day.
Carol Ann Erhardt, Author 