When I began washing the feet of the Brother that was called to mind, they quickly became Jesus sitting there. I felt some tears come as my heart softened and the rest of the time many people in my life were washing my feet and I washing there’s. The figures would change every minute or two to the point when it seemed like it really didn’t matter who was in the chair or doing the feet washing…
Also my take away from the week before which is really helping me is I’m now picturing the person I’m talking to as a fluffy duckling! Whenever the judgement thoughts start to come in and I begin to feel the familiar feeling that I’m sinking into believing them like quicksand, I picture them as a fluffy duck and that seems to thwart the wheel from falling into the familiar grooves…