A God with toes...

I have a God with toes. Isn't that amazing?

As I meditate, my own mother's heart begins to rev in high gear. I muse about the Babe of Bethlehem, born to Mother Mary and Joseph. I picture the delightful scene, where natural mother-love kisses the feet of her newborn. Oh yes! Kissing infant feet and lavishing love from head to toe! Of course, I'm only surmising here, but you get the picture; I can quickly recall my own joy in kissing and counting and adoring those "piggy toes" of my three children.

But these toes that I find in the chapel, once treasured by a young mother Mary, are now mature—and then I'm thinking of another woman.

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