I Knelt At Her Feet...

In the last week I have sat with some women who I love deeply and lead in their lives, jobs and ministries.  It's crazy to me though how my 'false self' can take over and try to compete, steal her 'show' or want what she has.  Though I don't think that women are the only ones prone to these feelings, I am honestly wanting to be a celebrator and promoter of my sisters in God's Kingdom.  God, forgive me when I am not that!  As I prayed through the stuff that bubbled up in me, I remembered a scene from my year of School of Mercy & Justice where I  was chosen to wash a beautiful ones feet. There were a lot of significant things that happened in this moment that would make this post long, but I'll get to the focus of why it means so much to me as I live life shoulder to shoulder with other women.  





Here are some lines that try and imperfectly express what I felt that day, but really I write it to remind myself that I want to authentically be a woman who calls other women to wonder and share in God's love and work TOGETHER.  So read it sisters...read it brothers and imagine me literally washing the feet of another...it still brings a lump to my throat 2 years later!




I KNELT AT HER FEET...


I knelt at her feet...
She who held the sword of warrior power and spiritual authority

I knelt at her feet...
She who personified success, beauty and talent

I knelt at her feet..
She whose voice was strong and did not quiver 

I knelt at her feet...
She who seemed to birth seeds , dreams and vision with every breath

I knelt at her feet ...
She whose life song seemed to carry no flaw and  harmonies that were  spot on

I knelt at her feet...
She whose legs could dance so wildly and with abandon

I knelt at her feet..
She whose life seemed full of companionship, love and a 'little less lonely' than mine

I knelt at her feet...
She whose privilege often moved her with ease to the front of the room

I knelt at her feet..
She whose heart is passionate in acts of justice and doing good to all in front of her

I knelt at her feet...
She whose righteous anger is often seen to be stronger in the world's eyes than the tears of lament.

I knelt at her feet...
She who knew the pain of longing for desires and needs left unmet

I knelt at her feet...
She was she and I was me

I knelt at her feet...

washed them and there was a tearful release, a prayer whispered and two women in whose hearts held the marks of the work of the "Holy" meeting us

I knelt at her feet ....
and felt walls of comparison and competition break down

I knelt at her feet ....
and saw my own pride and let out a “Lord, have mercy!” cry

I knelt at her feet ...
understanding Jesus the servant a whole lot more.

I knelt at her feet ...
where the giving and receiving felt one in the same.

I knelt at her feet...
 understanding that we were BOTH women of authority who carry it differently.

I knelt at her feet ...
and was transformed 

I knelt at her feet ...
and the ground was made level 

I knelt at her feet ...
and knew God was there.

I knelt at her feet...
 and held a hallowed hallelujah in my many tears because of the moment we were in.

I knelt at her feet...
 and knew in my body, mind and heart that I was loved, not a slave but a friend.

I knelt at her feet ...
and stood up again to carry on

I knelt at her feet...
 and cheered her on!


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