Lord, break the chains that hold me to myself; free me to be Your happy slave—that is, to be the happy foot washer of anyone today who needs
his feet washed,
his supper cooked,
his faults overlooked,
his work commended,
his failure forgiven,
his griefs consoled
or his button sewed on. Let me not imagine that my love for You is very great if I am unwilling to do for a human being something very small. -Elisabeth Elliot, A Lamp Unto My Feet
Sophie Miller 