The only feet I have ever admired are those that belong to babies or very young children. For the most part, I think adult feet are ugly. They have a right to be. Most of us, especially women, abuse them with shoes that don't fit correctly or have inadequate arch support. Many years ago, my husband worked in a shoe store and he says it always amazed him when some women would shove their feet into shoes that were obviously too small.

Not me. You won't catch me in uncomfortable shoes. Once, my mother bought me a pair of shoes to wear to a cousin's wedding. For some reason I don't remember now, I didn't try them on until the day of the wedding. They were too small and so painful that now, almost 20 years later, the only thing I can remember about the day my cousin said, "I do!" was how much my feet hurt.

Ugly feet are hereditary in my family. Once, when all the women on my father's side were together, we took off our shoes to show those who married into our family what their children's feet might look like. I could tell by the looks on their faces that they thought we were kidding. However, when we took off our shoes, there was no denying the similarity.

"How do they get that way?" they asked.

"Genetics," we all replied in unison.

"Admire your children's feet when they are babies because one day they may look like this," my aunt advised.

I remember my grandmother saying, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." But when it comes to feet, I didn't believe that anyone could possibly find my feet attractive. I am so self conscious about them that I never wear sandals, flip flops, or open-toed shoes. No sirreee. I want those ugly puppies covered up as much as possible.

I didn't believe that anyone could possibly find my feet attractive.
Last week, I was reading my Bible and I came upon a verse that I didn't remember. Paul quotes the Old Testament when he says, "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news" (Romans 10:15 NLT).

My mouth dropped open in amazement. The message was loud and clear. If I am a Christian and I am bringing the good news to others, I have beautiful feet! I slipped my shoes off and looked at the same twisted toes and huge bunions that I've looked at for the last several years. They definitely didn't look beautiful to me, but if God thinks they are beautiful ... I know they are.

When my brother was a little boy my mother looked at his hands one day and told him he had beautiful hands. "No they're not," he argued. "Oh yes they are," she replied gently. "The things they can do are beautiful."

And that's the way it is with feet. No matter what they look like, when they help us carry the message that Jesus Christ came to this earth and died for our sins, that He arose victorious from the grave, and that He's coming back for us one day, then our feet our beautiful indeed.