I was down to my last pair of shoes. They were coming unglued, and both had holes. We were staying in a remote area, and without a vehicle, shopping was next to impossible.
Someone noticed my feet and offered to take me shoe shopping. After multiple stores, the perfect shoes still evaded me. It was easier to keep wearing my holey, soggy ones.
Finally my friend stamped her foot and announced forcefully,
“I’m not leaving this store without your new shoes!”
I studied her carefully…
Yep. She meant business. I wasn’t getting out of this one.
I barely knew this woman. But she gave me the best example of intercession I’ve ever experienced.
I say this because you’re in the trenches too. Whether or not you’re in Ministry with a capital “M”, you’re a bringer of Good News. The Bible says your feet are beautiful. It also says they need to be clothed in readiness to share the Good News in every season.
But we don’t become beautiful on our own. We don’t clothe ourselves in readiness in a vacuum. We need people to intercede for us. People who persist to the point of throwing a tantrum on our behalf. People who stand before God’s throne and say, “I’m not leaving until she is fully clothed with everything she needs to complete her mission!”
We say to each other, “I’ve got your back”, but who’s got your feet? (Tweet That!) Who’s contending for your readiness, your equipping, your capacity to take the Good News where you’re called to take it? And who are you contending for?
There’s another element to this: after I found a pair of shoes, I had to take off my old pair. We were doing agricultural work at the time, so my unprotected feet were shriveled and muddy. I was mortified. This woman (remember, I barely knew her) marched me to the restroom, where I sat on the counter while she helped me wash my feet in the sink.
It’s hard to let people love you, isn’t it?
It’s humbling to expose the shriveled, mud-caked parts of ourselves. But my intercessor wasn’t interested in a cosmetic solution. Only healthy feet would satisfy her.
She’s the reason I write to you every week. I care about your feet.
I want you to be ready.
And beautiful.
I expose those parts of me, hoping to stir you to do the same.
Because we still have a race to run.
Who’s got your feet? Share this with someone who has interceded for you. Tell us about the difference it made in the comments below.