Easter Foot Washing
I know I just wrote about Easter last week—about how much it has changed for me over the years. And yet… here I am again, talking about Easter. LOL. But this time, it’s different.
I’ve always looked forward to Easter and Holy Week, but this year—it hit differently in the most beautiful, spiritual way I could have ever imagined.
This year, Christina shared a tradition from the church she grew up in: a foot washing service. We gathered on Thursday—the same day Jesus shared His Last Supper with His disciples, the same day He humbled Himself to wash their feet.
“I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you.” — John 13:15
I’m not going to lie—I was hesitant. I don’t do feet. And Christina, being her joyful self, kept saying, “I’m going to pray that the Holy Spirit changes your heart about this.” And let me tell you… He did exactly that.
The preparation Christina put into that evening was incredible—so thoughtful, so intentional, and so full of the Spirit. She prepared a meal similar to what Jesus and His disciples may have shared. She brought us a powerful message that reminded us of the importance of servitude, humility, and loving others the way Jesus loves us.
“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves.” — Philippians 2:3
Then came the moment…
My husband sat with his brothers in Christ and washed their feet. I sat with my sisters in Christ and washed theirs. We prayed over one another. We took communion with our spouses. It was sacred. It was holy. It was something I will never forget.
I am forever grateful for Christina—for her boldness and obedience—and for Jesus, who showed us what true love looks like.
Now here’s the part that really touched my heart:
On Fridays, we host a Bible study with my daughter and her friends—we call it the Titus Group. We mentioned the foot washing, jokingly asking if they would ever do something like that. Well… they said yes.
So on Good Friday, we had an impromptu foot washing with the girls.
Christina shared the message with them, and then they washed each other’s feet. And just like the night before, the room filled with the Holy Spirit. Prayers went up. Blessings came down. Tears were shed. Our hearts were so full.
I was the last one to have my feet washed. One of my daughter’s best friends washed my feet, and as I went to move, Ameena said, “No, Mom—wait.” And then she washed my feet.
That moment… I don’t even have the words.
It was one of the most beautiful experiences I have ever had as a mother. I felt overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit. I was so proud of her—but even more than that, I was humbled. To see my daughter walking in servitude, loving others the way Jesus calls us to… it was everything.
“Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.” — 1 John 3:18
So when I say that Easter is my favorite season, I mean that with my whole heart—ten toes down.
There is something so powerful about Holy Week. It draws me closer to God in a way that fills me and carries me long after the season has passed.
I am forever thankful for Christina.
I am forever thankful for my sweet girl, Ameena.
And most importantly, I am forever thankful for Jesus—
for His sacrifice, and for showing us what it truly means to love.
God’s Love and Mine,
Carrie
