We “go to the carpet” a lot in my classroom. We talk there. We sing there. We dance there. We listen there. I love reading to my kids and they love
listening on the carpet. When I say “come
to the carpet” it’s almost a race to see who can get there first and a struggle
to get as close as they can to my rocking chair. Sometimes I have to back them up a bit so
they don’t get their fingers smashed, that’s how close. J But as they listen, the ones who are closest
will sometimes do things like touch my shoe or boot or rub the hem of my pants
of skirt. They aren’t really doing
anything, they just like to feel that closeness.
There’s a
song that a group from our church sings, “Look for me at Jesus’ Feet”. When they sing that song, I think of my kids
sitting on the carpet. It feels like a
race down here, but when He “calls me to His carpet” I’ll drop everything in a
split second and make my way to His feet.
I plan on getting as close as I can to His throne…He might have to ask
me to back up a little. But I’m gonna
sit as close as I can and maybe just run my fingers over two nail scarred
feet. I might take His robe and just rub
it in my hand. Because just like that
song says,
“Don’t
look ‘neath the gates of pearl.
Don’t
look on the streets of gold.
Don’t
look by the walls of jasper.
Nor
among the many sights untold.
For
I’ve been longing and I’ve been waiting.
For
the precious Holy one to see.
There
I’ll be through the countless ages.
Look
for me at Jesus’ feet.”
“And stood at His
feet behind Him weeping, and began to wash His feet with tears, and did wipe
them with the hairs of her head, and kissed His feet…”
Luke 7:38 KJV
