How often do you think about dirty feet? Probably not often. We walk through stores with them, we run on them, walk barefoot, wear terrible (but cute) shoes. They are our means to get around and how we get where we need to go. Recently, I have had two surgeries on my feet. I was down. I could not get around. I was stuck at home with my husband and my son. I was dependent on what they would graciously do for me. Sure, I had a scooter and a boot, but I couldn’t get to the car myself or get in bed myself. Forget about driving. I was solely dependent on these men to help me. Don’t mistake me... My husband was an amazing nurse, but I was down for a while! I am a MOVER, girls! If you know me, you know I am ALWAYS on the go and I do not move slow! The Lord slowed me down fast. Whilst I was in the midst of my pity party about life not looking like what I thought it would be, the Lord reminded me of the woman in Luke 7(36-50). She was a sinner and she knew it,...