emily foster

Just like Him, just as He did.

Their clothes are tattered and they walk barefoot. They’re covered in dirt and surrounded by sickness. Some of their homes are nothing more than mud and wood and they spend night after night on the cold ground. At first, the sadness can seem almost unbearable, the problems unsolvable and the wounds unhealable. But they’re not. I envy these people. Many go hungry and many may go thirsty, but this isn’t a hunger and thirst for what this world may offer - it’s only for their God. They know what it means to live simply and love deeply. They give selflessly and joyfully, portraying Jesus in the most beautiful of ways. 

I think of all the hands I’ve held, the many faces I’ve seen. Then I think of the hands reaching out to be held, the many faces waiting to be kissed. I feel the land and dirt caked on the bottom of my feet - the many places I’ve walked. Then I think of the places yet to be walked upon, the dirt to be covered in… 

I want to be the one who will hold those hands, kiss those faces, and walk the many more miles, covered in dirt. 

I want to be like Him, just as He did.