There is something about the feet of dead people. Maybe it is because that is where we would tag them when they died in the ER. Putting the elastic name tag around their cold & lifeless foot. Feet that used to run to their children. Feet that enjoyed pedicures, once splashed in puddles or wiggled upon awakening. Feet that took them on whatever path they chose to tred in their lives. Sometimes, I look at my feet. I say to myself, "those look like dead peoples feet" "One day those will be dead people's feet", I tell myself. Cold....lifeless....The last person to touch them , a complete stranger as he puts my name on them before zipping me up in the bag. I love this thought. It invigorates me. Thoughts of: My........Dead......Feet I love thinking about it because it reminds me why I live. Life apart from Jesus is futile. Maybe you will think about your own death the next time you see your bare feet. I hope you do. Psalm 49:10-19 10For all can see that the