Living the Dash

Y’all… I did something today I’ve never done.

I went full spa mode: facial, hot oil scalp massage, foot reflexology massage, lash lift and tint, and a salt scrub for my feet. Matthew blessed me with this back in December when I graduated and I finally decided to bite the bullet and book the experience.

Now, if you know me, you know I’ve always been too self-conscious for this stuff. I’ll help mow yards, haul gas cans and blowers like Wonder Woman (okay… maybe a super sweaty Wonder Woman), but let a stranger rub my feet? Terrifying.

But honey, I did it. The facial was nice, the scalp massage was dreamy…
but the foot massage and scrub? Oh. My. Stars.

He scrubbed my feet with a salt scrub, rinsed them, and then slowly dried them. Like actually took his time on the toes and everything. And right there in that spa moment, I felt my throat tighten.

I thought:

“All I ever do is take care of everybody else.
And in this moment… someone is taking care of me.”

And that’s when it really hit me, right there with salt between my toes. I thought about how Jesus washed His disciples’ feet.

Why Jesus Washed Their Feet

Back in Bible times:
* People walked on dusty roads in sandals – their feet were filthy.
* Foot washing was the lowest job in the house, usually reserved for servants.
* Nobody expected the Son of God to kneel down and do it.

But Jesus did, and here’s why:

1. To show humility and love.
He wanted His disciples to see that real love kneels, serves, and doesn’t mind the messy parts of life.
2. To symbolize spiritual cleaning.
Peter at first said “No way!” but Jesus told him, “If I don’t wash you, you have no part with Me.”
It wasn’t just about dirt, it was about learning to receive grace.
3. To teach them to serve others.
He said, “I have set you an example, that you should do as I have done for you.”

So there I was…feeling cared for, almost crying in the middle of a spa… and then I remembered:
I had just gotten a lash lift and tint.
Cue the inner panic:

“Beth, DON’T you dare ruin your fancy lashes over holy foot-washing emotions!”

So picture me:
* A holy hot mess, clutching a towel to my chest
* On the verge of Jesus tears
* Internally yelling about my lashes while my soul was having a revival

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Sometimes, the tiniest moments of service: a foot scrub, a hand held, a meal made, can carry the biggest reminder of God’s love.

Jesus showed us that love isn’t just in the big miracles, it’s in the quiet kneeling and humble care.

It’s okay to serve… but it’s also okay to let yourself be served.
To let someone else care for you.
To let God whisper, “Daughter, you are seen and loved. Rest.”

Your Permission Slip –

Book the massage. Get the foot scrub. Hug the towel.
And if the tears come, even if you’ve got fresh lashes, let them.

Because sometimes, the spa chair is the place where Jesus reminds you:
I love you enough to kneel, to wash, and to care for every part of you.