Sitting At His Feet

As a girl, Miss Mamie and Mrs. Mozelle were household words. Each Sunday morning we took these two elderly ladies to church, because neither of them drove; I don't think they ever owned a car.  Shortly after Mrs. Mozelle's death, Miss Mamie came to live with us so we could care for her -- she was crippled.  One of the tasks assigned to me was to wash Miss Mamie's feet.  Oh, what awaits us at the Feet of Jesus.  Like me those many years ago with Miss Mamie, many Christians today don't seem so eager to be there.  Many things hinder treasured moments when head-heart-knees are humbled before Him.  I love what Wesley L. Duewel wrote, "Let us sit at the feet of God.  Let us listen for His Word.  Let us turn to the lives of some of the heroes of faith to see how they were able to see God's power released and God's answers made known."  I remember Miss Mamie & Mrs Mozelle as simple and humble and ever-so faithful -- real heroes of the faith.  Perhaps the  defining difference in mighty men and women of God are times they spend at the Feet of Jesus. One amazingly delightful thing I know: at His feet, there are blessings immeasurable and there's never any waiting in line!