This morning when I walked my dogs it was 40 degrees. I had a long-sleeved shirt, sweatshirt and jacket on. I could see my breath as I walked and as I shouted my memory verses from Colossians 3. Ah, how the Creator has placed within the seasons the heralds announcing their arrival. Autumn bursts color, mists the air, whips up the wind and turns the sun to “simmer”. The sensors in the human body then reach for the thermal underwear, the sweaters, the jackets, the caps and the socks. When the socks come out (with or without the Birkenstocks), we know we have arrived at the threshhold.
In three separate venues I heard about socks. Two were from those in the helping professions here in my city who were making a Call for Socks. The local shelters need them for patrons. The Red Cross needs them for victums of the recent flooding here in PA. Lastly, Ann Voskamp’s blog mentioned how she had gotten the socks down from storage for her family.She always has such interesting photos of people’s feet! They have gone from barefooted to stocking-clad this past month.
I know, for myself, if my feet are cold, I simply cannot get warm. I have resorted to going to bed with socks some nights in the dead of winter and even then the “little piggies” cannot seem to get comfortable. My husband’s feet sweat so I have to invest in a sweat-absorbing wool sock that does not make his feet and ankles itch. That was quite a feat (no pun intended), but once we found a suitable brand we bought lots of them for fear we would not be able to find them again. This makes me think of the verse in I Corinthians 12:18 But as it is, God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. So the feet have a purpose in the physical body which reminds me that I have a purpose in the body of Christ and that He calls me today to live out that purpose. Perhaps part of my purpose today was reminding everyone that there are cold feet out there.
Have a blessed weekend in the Lord,