Washing My Feet

On Sunday, I got to go to church with a new friend, Susana. Afterwards, our team split up and I went with her to have lunch with her family. She and I walked to her auntie's house. The walk was long, and by the time we got there, our feet were very dirty. Susana handed me a pitcher of water and showed me where to wash. I wasn't doing very well at it, so she said, "Let me do it."

She took the pitcher and washed my feet. I love the story in Scripture where Jesus washes his disciples' feet, but it has never made sense to me culturally. Occasionally we have tried to recreate this by intentionally (and somewhat awkwardly) washing each others' feet. It has always been uncomfortable to be the recipient in that event. Yet here was Susana - a 17-year-old Christian who was quite naturally washing my feet. It was so amazing!

Please continue to pray for me and our team. We will be leaving for our individual ministry assignments on Thursday. Dorcas and I are to work with the Avatime language.

*Deep breath*

I'm packed. My stuff is in the car. I'm hoping that I didn't forget anything too important or critical (I'm sure I forgot something; I'm just hoping for something little).

As soon as I finish this, I'm headed with the family to see Amanda's swearing in to the Navy. Then we're going to the airport for both of our flights. Eeee - it's really here! When I decided to do this trip in January, I was in Minnesota and it was cold and snowy and this all felt really abstract and theoretical.

I'm really excited to see what's going to happen on this trip, but also more than a little nervous.

Okay, time to go!