The highest became the least. We are not the highest. If anything, we are the least and since the highest is no longer physically among us, we must wash the least of the least, which is ourselves... The people I spent two weeks with are loving and glorifying to God. My faith has grown and my feet have been washed by them. They have served me and I have served them. We have served together. This has been life changing. FedEx and Dimples washed our feet tonight. Love was shared, tears were shed. Smiles shone as our counselors told us what set us apart from others and asked God to protect us as we go home tomorrow. Love is what I feel, peace surrounds me, sorrow is a happy one. Grief is only for the grievers, and as we hate to go, we knew it would come, we fight sadness with God's peace and the hope of someday seeing eachother again. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit sisters,
Amen.
I wrote this in a time of reflection on the last night of SALT.
-M
Word of the Post
least- adj. and pro. smallest in amount, extent, or significance
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