Bare Feet On Dirt
One day I was deep in prayer and I heard the Lord begin to speak;
“I hear everything. I hear the cars, the planes, the laughter, the cries, the tiniest creatures, the silent buzz of electricity in the air, the whir of the internet. I hear everything, I hear things you can not hear. But do you know what sound I miss the most? I miss the sound of bare feet on dirt.”
In that moment I could see and hear the bare feet dancing their prayers, dancing their gratefulness, dancing their worship to Creator, God, “the One who walks alone”.
The Ancient of days, knows the MOST ancient ways of the most ancient people.