At Cherimoya Farm, Laguna on Maundy Thursday
There are moments when silence speaks louder than words—when a simple act carries a depth that teaching alone cannot fully express. The washing of the feet was one of those moments for me.
At first, it felt like just another biblical practice being explained—something historical, cultural, informative. But as I listened more closely, it began to unfold into something deeply personal.
In Jesus’ time, foot washing was reserved for servants—the lowest of the low. It was not a task for leaders, teachers, or anyone of honor. And yet, Jesus, fully aware of who He was, chose to kneel before His disciples and wash their feet.
That reality stayed with me.
He did not just speak about love—He embodied it. A love that bends low. A love that serves. A love that is not concerned with position, recognition, or status.
I found myself quietly asking:
Am I willing to love like that?
Am I willing to take the lower place, to serve even when it feels uncomfortable or unseen?
Am I willing to love not just in words, but in action?
The humility of Jesus confronts something deep within me—my tendencies to hold on to dignity, to protect my image, to choose comfort over sacrifice. Yet His example gently invites me to another way: the way of surrender, the way of self-giving love.
And then, we stepped into it ourselves.
There were six of us present—including my husband Jayvee and our son Josiah—and three people who came to receive prayer.
Jayvee and I began by washing their feet.
As we did, John 13:1–17 was played repeatedly in the background—a steady reminder of Jesus’ love, His humility, and His call to do the same. The Word of God filled the room, making the moment even more sacred and alive.
It was quiet. Gentle. Holy.
In that simple act, I felt the weight and beauty of what Jesus did. To kneel before someone, to serve them in such a personal way—it strips away pretense. It softens the heart. It makes love tangible.
After washing their feet, we prayed for each one.
Though few in number, the moment felt full. God’s presence was there—steady, tender, real. Each person mattered. Each story was seen. Each prayer carried weight.
It reminded me that faithfulness is not about how many show up—but about showing up in love and obedience.
God moves in the quiet.
God honors the unseen.
God meets us in the small.
And maybe that is part of the lesson too.
Just as Jesus knelt in a quiet room with a handful of disciples, He continues to reveal Himself not only in grand moments—but in humble, hidden spaces where love is lived out.
Today, I carry this with me:
To love more deeply.
To serve more freely.
To choose humility, again and again.
Because in the kingdom of God, greatness looks like a towel and a basin.
“Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you.” — John 13:14–15
BELOVED 
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