I’m Washing Feet: Chasing Peace, Serving Purpose

I’ve been listening to so many sermons, reading the Word, and praying relentlessly because I’m tired. Tired of not being everything God said I am. Tired of overeating, of doing things God told me to give up, and then feeling the guilt afterward. I know God has more for me, and I’m determined to walk in it. I’m seeking more of Him, more of His truth, and more of His peace.

Walking with God is amazing—especially when He leads you with clues through His Word.

Lately, I’ve been on a journey of deeper understanding, and I want to share how He’s been guiding me through prayer, scripture, and quiet moments of clarity that only come from being still in His presence.

“Help Is On the Way”

Yesterday, a word from a Wednesday prayer call I’ve been faithfully attending for almost a year came back to my remembrance while I was eating oatmeal cream pies I didn’t have no business putting in my mouth. Mother Denise told me some time ago: “Help is on the way.” At the time, I received it—but I didn’t fully grasp how much I’d need to hold onto that promise.

As community leaders with four children, my husband and I carry a lot—and yes, we need help.

Just a couple of days ago, she texted me the same thing again: “Help is on the way.” I paused, relaxed, and listened—and that’s when I heard it in my spirit:

“It’s coming to you.”

But this time, I knew it wasn’t just about help—it was about speed. The Lord was highlighting how quickly the help would come. I wrote it down with a deep sense of assurance.

A Confirming Word at Church

Later, my friend Sister Ava and I visited Impact One Church. The last time I was there, I was single and received a word about my marriage and ministry. Today, I returned—now married and still waiting for the ministry to unfold.

Before Pastor Juan even started preaching, the atmosphere was already charged. The praise team and the church couldn’t come down from a “Help is on the way” praise break. It felt like confirmation was ringing in the room.

As soon as we walked in, they were singing "Lift Him Up."

What made that moment so personal was that later that afternoon, my grandmother—who is also my pastor—opened our worship service with the exact same song. It wasn’t just a coincidence. It was a God wink, a divine alignment. I knew right then that the Lord was confirming His Word to me before a sermon even began.

And then Pastor Juan opened his message with the words:

“Do it quickly.”

That was the message: speed. It was as if God was saying, “Not only is help on the way—it’s coming faster than you imagined.”

In fact, the word at Impact One was so rich that Pastor Juan didn’t even finish it in the first service. I had to leave early, but I caught it online after a long day, and what stuck with me was something he said: he mentioned how the Centurion told Jesus that He didn’t have to come to his house—He just had to send the word. I believe that the word that went forth that day has healed not only me but my family, and I thank God for it.

Losing Focus, Losing Faith

Earlier that morning, while getting ready for church, I’d listened to a message by Andrew Wommack called “How to Become a Water Walker.” He taught on the principles of faith, but what struck me the most was this: Peter didn’t begin to sink until he took his eyes off Jesus—just for a moment.

That’s when it hit me.

The reason I keep falling into the same cycles of sin is because I keep taking my focus off Him. Every sinful decision I’ve made was rooted in self-focus: thinking about my own feelings, my own pain, my own comfort.

So I prayed:

“Lord, help me focus on You so I can walk in Your peace.”

Because when you have peace from God, you’re not as quick to forfeit it by reaching for sinful coping mechanisms. I had to get real with myself—I was tired of the cycle.

“Towels, Not Titles”

Pastor Juan’s message built on everything God was already speaking to me. He said:

“Too many people are looking for titles, but nobody’s looking for towels.”

He preached from John 13, where Jesus washes His disciples’ feet. He knew Judas would betray Him—and yet, He washed his feet anyway. The betrayal troubled Him, but He still chose to serve.

That’s the call. God never said we wouldn’t feel pain. He just said don’t forfeit the call. Discomfort is part of life. In fact, it’s the very part many people hope to avoid by becoming Christians. But it’s also the part that actually makes us like Christ.

Learning to trust God in discomfort is the only way to grow.

“I’m Washing Feet”

With four sons, trust me—my patience gets tested. But today, I kept my composure because I remembered:

“I’m washing feet.”

Not just the feet of those who make me feel loved—but the feet of those who test my limits, irritate me, hurt me, even provoke me.

This walk is about serving God by serving others. Not myself.

I pray this word stays buried deep in my heart.

The Small Decisions Matter

This shift in perspective is helping me not just in big spiritual moments—but in the everyday ones. It helps when I pause before reacting. It helps when I ask myself:

“Am I washing feet… or serving myself?”

Even with something as simple as choosing whether to eat that big back plate of food with extra mac and cheese, or to eat in moderation and consecration—it applies.

To Feel vs. To Fill

So many of us are trying to fill what we’re unwilling to feel.

Whether it’s overeating, cussing, binge-watching, substances, or overindulgence—we’re trying to avoid discomfort. We’re coping with life in ways that feed the flesh but rob the spirit.

But when we avoid feeling, we also miss healing.

Jesus didn’t avoid discomfort. He knelt down and washed feet—even knowing betrayal was coming. That’s the example. That’s the mindset.

God Seals the Word

When I got home, I tuned in to Temple of Praise’s service—and the message came from Romans 8:28:

“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”

It was as if God was putting the final seal on everything He’d been speaking to my heart over the past few days.

The prayers.

The Word from Mother Denise.

The reminder to keep my eyes on Jesus.

The lesson on serving over seeking recognition.

The confirmation of help coming quickly.

Even the quiet, unseen decisions at home.

God was saying:

“I’m not wasting any of it.”

He’s using it all—the discomfort, the waiting, the daily grind, the victories, and even the temptations—to shape me for His purpose.

That Word gave me peace. It reminded me that He sees me, He’s guiding me, and He’s been speaking all along.

I just needed to slow down long enough to listen.

I could have thought His voice were just random words uttered by preachers or just random thoughts in my head, but I believe instead. It was not random, it is the Lord! And I thank Him for taking time out of His busy day to speak a Word to me.

Temple of praise

Impact One

Andrew Womack