Barefeet in the Bantu Caves
Before I walked into those caves, I had reserves. I asked God to help me triumph over the other gods. He granted my request, and I went into the caves after 273 steps. Walking into the caves was an experience. Even an old woman from an Indian family was walking with bare feet. Seeing the young women walking in and out of the caves barefoot was a sight. Mostly, since many of them were beautiful. Their outer appearance. Looking at their feet, I realized a message. To become a beautiful person, one must undergo rigorous training, as the journey is what shapes one.
The bare feet reminded me of the ‘Footprints in the Sand.’
You are being carried toward greatness, even when it seems like you are pushing a boulder uphill.
You must go through the trial before you can enjoy the fruit.
Just as those women probably had a foot massage later, so must we, as people, work hard and then find pleasure later in our journey.
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