Feet

I hate feet. To annoy me all you have to do is put your feet near my body. (just ask Sarah, the little sister) Feet are eternally dirty, they usually have at least a hint of foul odor, and they are home to several different types kinds of fungus.

No, you may not borrow my shoes.
No, I do not like your socks either.

Keeping my hatred for feet in mind- a verse in Mark chapter one (in the Bible) intrigued me. The verse in John the Baptist saying that when Jesus comes he (John) would not be worthy enough to help Him remove His shoes. When I got to this verse I pictured John dressed in camel's hair potato sacks afraid to touch another man's shoe.

Not out of disgust
But out of self- unworthiness

What kind of man is this that we dare not even touch his dirty shoes when they are attached to his feet?

Confession: Probably if Jesus was walking on earth today and He came to my house and I needed, as a good host, to wash His feet (though it is no longer a custom) I would most likely debate- on whether I wanted to touch feet today (or ever). I would contemplate using rubber gloves... and finally, mentally scold myself with the reminder that-
"This is the Man that was beaten and crucified so you have never-ending life and fellowship with God... and you think you're too good to just wash his feet"

"Jesus... um... could I- uh, help you take off your shoes?"

Love to all!
Lizzi

Nieces and how they make me laugh

My niece, Bailey, is 3 and very smart. I don't just say that because I am a doting aunt. She knows and recognizes all of her letters and the basic numbers. She knows all the shapes, colors. She uses compound sentences. (never mind the fact that the 3yr old logic is evident throughout them.) Here are some of the quotables from my time entertaining a crazy, high-energy, ornery, fuzzy headed little girl.

*While I was buckling her in her car seat,
"Aunt Wizzy, you're such a nice, sweet dirl (girl)."
"Why, Thank you, Bailey, you are a nice sweet girl too."
"NO, I'm not! I'm itchy!"

*She often mixes her words up,
"Mommy, you gotfor my tup!" (mommy you forgot my cup)
"Aunt Wizzy, tan I sidebe you lay?" (Aunt Lizzi, can I lay beside you?)

*Everything did or did not happen to Bailey when she "was little"
She wore that dress (on a tv actress) when she was little
When she was little and she was a boy she didn't have a motorcycle.

Now, Avery, is 2 and SO Adorable!! She has one little dimple on her chubby cheek. She insists on calling me mom-mom.

*One day at dinner she reached over and grabbed my sleeve making my my neckline move over and slip down over my shoulder. Avery patted my bare shoulder and started saying, "Cow! Cow!"

*She started whining her ABC's. She was fussing one day over something and in a whiney voice she says... "A- B- C! D, E, F!" Half in tears and that wasn't the only time. Later in the day she started with "O, P, Q!!"

* She calls Bailey's princess castle, "Bailey's Boody House"

Darn! I love those girls!!