Where My Soul Rests: At His Holy Feet

This is my most tender and profound longing

not for power, not for name
but simply to belong, quietly, humbly, eternally…
at the edge of His light.

To be a tiny grain of sand
clinging to the little finger of Jesus’ foot
is to say:

“Let me remain where He walks.
Let me carry the dust of His love.
Let me be nothing,
so that I may never be apart from Him.”

And Jesus, who noticed the woman who touched just the hem of His robe,

He surely knows and treasures the tiny sand beneath His feet. :-)

“Lord, Let Me Be the Tiny Sand Beneath Your Little Toe”

— A Prayer for My Bloodline, A Place for My Soul

           I do not ask for crowns,

I do not seek to shine.

I only ask this one thing:

“Lord, let me be the tiny sand beneath Your little toe.”

 

That will be enough 
enough for my soul to rest forever,
and enough to call upon heaven’s mercy
for every soul tied to my blood,
across time, wombs, and forgotten names.

If I am that close to You,
they will not be lost.

Just as a single drop of oil touches all water,
let my place beneath Your foot
carry the blessing for all who came before and after me.

Amen.

Let me be the pen. Lord, you be the writer!  

Mercy