Copyright 2015 Theresa Harvard Johnson
This phrase echoed in my hearing this morning, “Beloved, You are my beautiful footstool!”
Can you imagine a footstool being beautiful? I can. This morning as I celebrated the gift of 2016, I remembered a time when I was a little girl going with my mama to clean houses. I had to be about five or six years old.
I remember standing at the edge of this giant bed in one of the homes unable to hop up. At its base was this beautiful, elaborately designed “tiny table” – I thought – that I could use to climb up to get into this huge bed that was unlike anything I had ever seen. This “tiny table” was made of wooden legs and a cushioned top.
Mama said, “Baby, that’s a footstool not a short table.” For me it could very well have been both. This was an awesome memory to launch the first day of the New Year. Intrigued, I decided to study “footstools” this morning and the following passage of scripture jumped out at me:
Acts 7:49 NIV, “However, the Most High does not live in houses made by men. As the prophet says:Heaven is my throne,and the earth is my footstool. What kind (manner) of house will you build for me? says the Lord. Or where will my resting place be?”