The world's our oyster and this month we experienced it; like a beach it's full of opportunities. There are places to explore, endless expanses of soft sand to walk through with shells and fossils and stones to collect along the way.
As we walk we see our footprints in the sand behind us. We can see where we've been. Three sets; Rachel's, Mike's and mine. And this month especially I know that there's another set of footprints with us always; God's. We cannot see them, because he carries us as we walk through our lives.
So let me leave you with this fantastic poem by Mary Stevenson.
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from anguish,
sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints,
so I said to the Lord,
“ You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there has only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied,
“ The years when you have seen only one set of footprints,
my child, is when I carried you.”
--Author Mary Stevenson--