My feet are getting old. Not the rest of me, of course, but my feet. I realized this summer that they are going to start needing a little extra love. I’ve known I had a high arch, but lately, my dawgs have been howling if they they are supported well enough. Achy knees, sore shins, tired tarsals…you get the idea.
So, I was pleased to accept a quality pair of shoes from a friend when I saw that luxurious lump curved inside, waiting for my eager feeters. When I slid my foot inside, ohhhhhhh, my arch sighed and smiled. Yesssssss….it whispered. Thisssssss….this is what I need. Happy feet, happy me.
The timing of this podiatric pleasure was perfect…it had been a rough week. One of my beloved family members was suffering major anxiety and depression, and I was helpless and increasingly hopeless. The dread, the catastrophizing, the misery. The tears, the questions, the depths. Day after day, up and down, sorrow and hope and sorrow again.
I had heard, held, hugged. I had massaged shoulders, wiped tears, stroked hair. Listened, suggested, and quieted. For days I had propped up and supported. Scaffolded and counseled. My spirit was battle worn. Weary. Flattened.
Then I got a text from a friend.
So I responded with the update…she’s resting, finally eating, we’ve talked to a doctor, gotten some meds, therapy appointment tomorrow…
And then, the response.
To which I replied, that things were settling down, she’s talking about getting her life back on track, making plans for the future, etc. and thank you for checking on us. It means a lot.
The response:
And then, my spirit sighed. Yesssssss….it whispered. Thisssssss….this is what I need. And I felt supported.
My empathy, my embraces, my encouragement…they were all given away. But here was someone to restore them. Someone to lift me up. Someone to scaffold me in my weariness. My arch support.
It didn’t take much…like giving away shoes…it was just a kind donation. The thought. The text. The time. The intention. So little, but so very, very much.
It’s a brutal world sometimes. Anxiety, brutality, crime, depression…the entire alphabet of misery is out there every day…pushing on us, wearing us down.
We need each other. We need support. Be the one who sends the text. Be the one who follows up with another text and another. You never know the value of your support.
1st John 4: 7, 11, 12
7 Dear friends, let us practice loving each other, for love comes from God and those who are loving and kind show that they are the children of God, and that they are getting to know him better.
11 Dear friends, since God loved us as much as that, we surely ought to love each other too.
12 For though we have never yet seen God, when we love each other God lives in us, and his love within us grows ever stronger.