Good Morning Beloved,

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of the messenger who brings good news,the good news of peace and salvation,the news that the God of Israel [ Hebrew ~ of Zion.] reigns!

Isaiah 52:7

I want beautiful feet!  It is my desire to spread the ‘Good News’ of the bible wherever I go.  I desire to be a living testimony.  I don’t want to be an obnoxious, sour-faced Christian that tries to scare people off of the road to hell.  That may work for some, but that’s not me.  I want people to know that hell is real… as real as heaven, and that God provided a way of escape because of His tremendous, tenacious love for us.  I remember being yelled at as a child.  I also remember my thoughts at the time.  I learned to tune out the “yell-er”.  In my mind, I was thinking, “OK, they’re almost done………” “DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID!?” “uh-huh…. OKaaaaaaaaaaa“.  In some of our households, we could actually time how long the tirade would last.  As an adult now, I fully understand the frustrations and pressures of raising a family.  Children are an excellent mirror.  They show you, you.  Whatever issues, internal struggles, fears, irritations, etc. we have will surface.  I heard of a preacher who said, “stop trying to beat yourself out of them kids”.  I recognize that much of my parenting skills is a direct reflection of how I was raised.  There are little differences here and there, but for the most part it is pretty much the same.  I was raised knowing how important I was to my family (some may say spoiled).  Be that as it may, as a child/teen, my mother always knew where I was (and none of us had a cell phone).  She knew the people I hung with, and where I spent the night.  She had rules in her house, going to school and getting decent grades was not an option.  After graduation, I knew I was either to get a job, or go to college, but sitting at home, or running the streets and doing nothing, was not an option either.  My mom was always a lady that I held in high esteem, and I watched her transition from the designated driver in her party crew, into a Godly woman with “beautiful feet”.   She has a quiet dignity, that exemplifies Christ.  She did something that changed my life.  She prayed for me, and put me in the hands of God.  She had already taught and instilled what she knew at the time in me, and she believed God for a harvest of her planting.  All of what she did, developed and shaped my character, and those teachings are stuck in my spirit today.  It has also been transferred to my daughter, and I do not take it for granted.  I bless God for her.  The Bible tells us to have our “feet shod with the preparation of the Gospel of Peace”.  Walking in peace….. it is possible, I’m learning that more and more everyday.  Some days, I admit it is really hard.  There are times when we are blind-sided with non-sense, in those tough times prayer is the key.  Also, a good friend who knows God is an powerful weapon in your arsenal.  Sometimes we just need to vent in a safe place.  God understands that, remember, He said that it was “not good that man be alone”… and God Himself was right by man’s side walking and talking with him.  If you do not have somebody close to you with “beautiful feet”, please find one ASAP… you’ll be so glad you did.