Her band-aids have fallen off again.
And the world is not okay.
She's desperate for anything to cover her wounds.
Her feet are covered in dirt. I take some soapy gauze to the caked on layers of the day. One half of the foot is miraculously clean, and the other half quite dirty and smelly. She knows they are awfully dirty - "dirtier than boy's feet!" But all she cares about are the blisters.
I clean, apply ointment, and place bigger and better band-aids (I hope) on her aching ten-year-old feet.
Fixed right up,
she walks out,
still wearing the shoes that have rubbed her dirty little feet raw.
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Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
clean hands & pure hearts
Who may ascend the hill of the Lord?
Who may stand in his holy place?
He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
who does not lift up his soul to an idol
or swear by what is false.
Psalm 24:3-4
| K.Brewer |
This week's goal:
clean hands
& a pure heart
Already, this week looks like a doozy. 2x the campers means 2x the injuries and needs. But it also means 2x the opportunity to serve and offer what I have to give.
Allergy shots. Broken families. Boo-boos. Caring. Building patience. Extending grace. Being an example.
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