Sore feet

I walked today with a long time friend, celebrating God's goodness and rescue of him after years where he was an arrogant idiot, spending money and trashing others' lives like they were playthings to which he was entitled.

Last night I had walked with another long time friend, searching for God's comfort, for answers, for a way to help him get through the garbage he is facing and, then, for a way that I could tangibly be of benefit to him.

Neither time was I wearing comfortable walking shoes. Now I've got blisters.

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!” --Is 52:7

Let's imagine, for point of argument, that my feet are beautiful. Right now, I'm just saying, these dogs hurt! Worth it though.