Sore Feet

This post might be something entirely different than what you are expecting, but I felt inclined to share. Just on Friday Jace and I went to dinner with a few friends and some we didn't know and one of the girls was crippled and in a wheel chair.  She was such a cute girl, but I didn't get to know her.  On the other hand, I had been walking around all day in really uncomfortable shoes and I was just about to complain how my feet were hurting.  Then I thought, I wonder if someone who is crippled, longs to feel anything at all in her feet or legs.  I wonder if they would give anything for the little things I know I've complained about before:  Walking on sand that is a little hot, walking in water that is too cold, sore feet from standing on them all day, even something like an in grown toe nail; I wonder if they wish they could feel these things even though they are sometimes painful, because it would mean feeling anything at all.  Last night when I said my prayers I thanked Heavenly Father for my entire body and my ability to feel because of this experience.  Sometimes I can feel insecure, or especially pregnant the body changes are extreme and it is easy to feel selfish and "poor me".  But I am growing a baby boy inside of me.  He is dependent on my moods, what I eat, what I don't eat, my health.  He hears every single thing I say (at this point) he knows when I am walking or not moving at all.  He hears my heart; he is right next to the biggest organ that is keeping me alive.  We are a team.  And when he is born I will have the chance to nurse him, carry him, pick him up off the floor, bend over and get him out of his crib; all the while these things could be painful, my muscles might get really sore, my feet might kill from being on them all day long; but I will never ever complain about sore feet again.  Well I might, but I will always remember that sore feet is better than not feeling anything at all.

Happy Sunday,

Reilee