Elijah and Moira Hall TRIBAL MISSIONS - Reaching the unreached Six small feet – a pair of wide ones, a pair of narrow ones, and one set of chubby soft feet – peeked out at me from under the covers. Elijah worked late again tonight, helping a friend move in, so the kids and I made it a “special time”. Soft classical music played, three candles burned and three bright sippy cups with peppermint tea were busily slurped as I gave each of the kids a foot rub.
Jedidiah was first. He turned two last weekend and is still learning to talk, but obviously was enjoying himself as he lay there. “Ahhh.” I rubbed a little and he giggled, then put his other foot up for a massage. As I finished, he said “Kiss, mama,” and kissed my cheek. “Tanoo, mama,” he thanked me.
Jerusha was next – wiggling and talking the whole time, bursting into song occasionally, her usual extroverted self. “When I get to be a mom, then I can rub my kids’ feet, and when I’m a little girl, I can rub your feet!”
Elisha sighed when I put the cool nut butter on his feet. “What’s wrong, Elisha?” asked Jerusha.
“Oh nothing. I’m just enjoying this time,” he replied.
When I finished, Jerusha jumped up to rub my feet. Her three year old hands were surprisingly strong. I laid there and thought of the blessing of little ones…what a nice evening it turned out to be!
