My mother takes the basin, walks into her friend's kitchen, and fills it with warm water. She carries it to Margaret's feet, taking off Margaret's shoes, she cradles her soles as if they are the most precious things in the world. Without a word, mom puts them in the water and washes them.
In the midst of the painful exposure, Margaret would sort out what she was going to do about her marriage. While hearing more details than she ever wanted to, she would have to evaluate everything in her life--her friends, the lies, her reputation, her pride, her children, and her financial situation.
Mom wanted Margaret to know one thing in the midst of it. Margaret would be cherished, even to the end of her toes.
[http://www.christiancentury.org/blogs/archive/2012-03/love-and-lent]
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