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Participating in Lisa-Jo’s Five Minute Friday (on Friday this time!) Five minutes, no more.

Word prompt: Broken


I’m literally poised over the toilet, brush in hand when the middle one comes to the doorway.

Will you rub my feet, he asks. With a smile, of course. (Who wouldn’t love their feet to be rubbed?)

I look down at the toilet brush and up at him, incredulous. Seriously, I think, is this at all the emotional climate when Jesus cleaned the feet of his disciples?

I checked myself and told the boy, no, um, I’m cleaning the toilet. We have company coming in 2 hours and the kitchen sink’s broken. Backed up water, backed up dishes. My plans are breaking as we speak.

He ran off. I continued scrubbing.

Minutes later he meets me in the other bathroom. Another bent over mama, cleaning something I’d rather leave alone.

Can you rub my feet?

It’s the boy’s newest obsession since I (mistakenly?) rubbed them days ago. See, his ear’s been broken for over 2 weeks now and it’s been hard.

I rubbed his feet. He needed it.

So as I stared into my broken plan, I realized I could stop and rub his feet. There are some things that break. There are other opportunities for repair.

Off we went. I rubbed his feet.

I saw him relax and I forgot about the other broken stuff.

This thing, right here, was fixed.



  1. Margaret Phillips says:

    Love this Katie….my devotional this morning was saying how God did not want us to get over planned…which of course bothered me but made Jack very happy….hard for us planners to leave time for God to mess with our schedule :)

  2. Oh Katie, I love that you stopped and seized that moment. I love that you not only knew you should but you actually did. Oh may I choose more wisely. I am too often the endless attempter of repairing and missing the moments before me as I choose to pass them by. Thank you for this!!

    • Thank you, Jacque! I have to admit the ridiculousness of the situation definitely caught my attention . . . maybe that’s what I needed in order to stop and meet his needs. :) And the bathrooms got cleaned in time. It all worked out–especially since I think I ended up doing things in the right order. :)

  3. automatic7 says:

    Such a blessing when we get a 2nd chance to do what needs to be done.

  4. LOVE the sweet distractions our kiddos provide. They take us away from the mundane and bring us into God’s glory. :)

    • Rosann, I totally agree! But cleaning toilets in a house full of boys in more like a full-on crazy adventure! I usually find myself muttering, “I am doing this unto the Lord, I am doing this unto the Lord . . . ” Ha!

  5. Last night, after my daughter had been asleep for a couple hours, she woke up, came out of her room, and sat down sleepily on the end of the sofa. I saw her from my office where I was getting some work done.

    We will be moving in eleven days from Indonesia back to the USA. She is keenly feeling the upcoming loss of her friends and the life she has always known.

    I left my computer, sat with her on the sofa, cuddling her for a while before tucking her back in bed. Foot rubs or cuddles. Sometimes, you just need to stop and give them.

    I love the story.

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