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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 wise die,
that the foolish and the senseless also perish,
leaving their wealth to others.
11 Their tombs will remain their houses[b] forever,
their dwellings for endless generations,
though they had[c] named lands after themselves.
12 People, despite their wealth, do not endure;
they are like the beasts that perish.
13 This is the fate of those who trust in themselves,
and of their followers, who approve their sayings.[d]
14 They are like sheep and are destined to die;
death will be their shepherd
(but the upright will prevail over them in the morning).
Their forms will decay in the grave,
far from their princely mansions.
15 But God will redeem me from the realm of the dead;
he will surely take me to himself.
16 Do not be overawed when others grow rich,
when the splendor of their houses increases;
17 for they will take nothing with them when they die,
their splendor will not descend with them.
18 Though while they live they count themselves blessed—
and people praise you when you prosper—
19 they will join those who have gone before them,
who will never again see the light of life.

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