Happy Monday if you happen to visit my blog. This time, I have two posts to share with you so this is one of two. This one and the one after this.
Is a Joke. Even though it may sound humorous I am very serious about this one. This is an important post for me to write. Let's begin.
Okay. Here goes.
A foot rub, a really good one can rejuvenate your nerves, your senses, it relaxes you and this is healthy. Foot rubs should not be done for more than three to five minutes in my opinion. If you can, you should do it at least three times a week. Be careful and as gentle as you can be with the insoles. It can even be done while meditating.
Besides my immediate family, there are some people outside of my family that I would give a foot rub to.
One is the J man. You know who I'm talking about, but just in case you mistake me, the J man for this post is a Palestinian Jew who died for me and you. He had twelve disciples, and he is also referred to as the King of Kings.
I'm speaking of Jesus Christ, he had his body anointed with spikenard by one woman, considered a precious oil, in Saint Matthew chapter 26:7 and Saint Mark 14:3. After her, I would have been next. If she said something to me like why are you here? or no you can't, I'd do it anyway, and rub his feet with reverence and humility. That's what he deserves. If it wasn't for Jesus Christ, none of us would be able to commune with GOD.
But I wouldn't have had to argue my place, because this woman who anointed him would let me help her. She is in the bible because she is blessed by Jesus Christ. She did it so she can be blessed by him. She knew just how important it was. It would be both of us, giving the Messiah the best anointing. And since I wasn't there, only one woman got the honor of the anointment. If I lived in that time, there would have been no greater honor. None at all.
The second person.
A few words before I reveal the name.
This person cannot let anyone close to them other than family. So as a commoner, I would have no chance. That's why I'm saying it. Because I know that to be royal is very special, I already know that security and protection for them is too solid. That's good. I'm too common, I have no title, I'm just a nobody. But I would rub the the Queen's feet.
This is how it would be done, I'd get her a comfortable chair, the best lazy boy, I'd let her read or talk and reminisce about knights! and castles, I'm sure those stories take on a life of their own.
While rubbing her feet, I'd listen. Or, she doesn't have to talk at all if she didn't want to. I know I shouldn't probably be saying this, but I do mean it. There would have to be no one in the room, absolutely no one but me and her (yeah right....wishful thinking) She would not allow that. Her guards will not allow that. But that's how it would have to be for me though. And since I know that's next to impossible, I suffice to write about it.
I can't get to her, so don't worry, that's why I wrote it so everyone knows if they happen to read this blog.
So now you know the above two people are the only people outside of my family I would be honored to do that for.
My name is Tracy and welcome to my site and blog page. Thanks for stopping by. On this page I will try to catalogue some things or pivotal moments I feel have made me who I am. There may even be moments that are not so pivotal but more like a muse, a funny memory or otherwise. Be warned though, I may take things off, I may re-edit or remove things. If you happen to read something and it isn't here anymore, its because I am either re-editing, or getting ready to add something else. Also, some of the things I say on here may be understandable and some may not, and sometimes I may not blog or add anything for a while. It's okay with me if you don't understand me or what I write, I mean no ill will in my words or what I write so don't take it personal if it offends you that's just not my aim. My blog or this page is created for me, and for my fans or anyone who wants to come on here and read what I write.