5 June 2018
I've written blogs about beautiful feet before. It seems to be a theme over my life. I've become known for being a flip flop lover and relishing the seasons of pedicures, anklets, toe-rings, and freedom for the feet! Over the years I believe that my life verse is Isaiah 52:7 " How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!” My feet are tattooed with the word 'beautiful' in Hebrew as a constant reminder of this. The tattoo being something I had done in Ibiza, a place where God regularly takes my feet to the lost, broken, messy and hurting. I find myself reflecting on my feet once again as they have recently successfully taken me 26.2 miles on the London marathon. This was one of the hardest things I've done. My feet have gone through a lot during the 4 months of training, being toughened up for the task that was awaiting them. On Sun 22nd April 2018, on the hottest London marathon to date, these feet were put to task and tested to the limit. As they pounded the streets mile after mile, swelling up in the heat, I reminded myself of the much bigger task set before me: to be a messenger of good news, a proclaimer of peace and salvation. I reminded myself of my reason for running: to raise funds for Third Space Ministries, for all the supporters who believer in our work, for all the people who have yet to discover life in all its fulness. Spurred on by the spine tingling, most wonderful crowds, cheered on by these host of witnesses, I pushed through to the end. As I crossed the finishing line with contrasting emotions of immense relief and great elation, I shortly removed my trainers to let my feet breathe. They weren't a pretty sight. They were hot, sweaty, bloodied, blistered, swollen, sore, and toenails ready to drop! Yet they had remained strong and completed the challenge they were set.
As I looked at my 'ugly' feet, I declared the truth that they were still beautiful. For me the London Marathon was more than a 26.2 mile race. It was symbolic of a much bigger, longer race: the race God has called me to run with endurance, perseverance, keeping my eyes fixed on Jesus, the author and perfector of my faith.
I'm sure that God will continue to call me into places which are dark, messy, unglamorous, painful, but as long as I follow his footsteps, as long as I allow him to guide me, as long as I run after him, as long as I train wisely, then my feet will be shining with beauty.
Written by Carolyn Skinner