The Footprints of the Lord
I seldom simply copy and paste things for a blog post, but a good friend of mine emailed this to me and I thought it was too good not to share. Most people have heard the “Footprints” story about seeing two sets of footprints in the sand (one of which belongs to Jesus), but then seeing that in the most difficult times of life there was only one set. The reason, Jesus says, is because that is when He carried you. Well, this is a variation on that story and I just love the end of this one.
I don’t know who the original author was or I would give them credit. Whoever wrote it did a wonderful job of illustrating the Christian walk with the Lord.
FOOTPRINTS…A New Version
Imagine you and the Lord Jesus are walking down the road together. For much of the way, the Lord’s footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace.
But your footprints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns. For much of the way, it seems to go like this, but gradually your footprints come more in line with the Lord’s, soon paralleling His consistently…
You and Jesus are walking as true friends!
This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens: Your footprints that once etched the sand next to Jesus’ are now walking precisely in His steps. Inside His larger footprints are your smaller ones, you and Jesus are becoming one..
This goes on for many miles, but gradually you notice another change. The footprints inside the large footprints seem to grow larger. Eventually they disappear altogether. There is only one set of footprints.. They have become one.
This goes on for a long time, but suddenly the second set of footprints is back. This time it seems even worse! Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts. Gashes in the sand. A variable mess of prints.
You are amazed and shocked. Your dream ends. Now you pray: “Lord, I understand the first scene, with zigzags and fits. I was a new Christian; I was just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with You.”
“That is correct.”
“And when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps, following You very closely.”
“Very good. You have understood everything so far.”
“When the smaller footprints grew and filled in Yours, I suppose that I was becoming like You in every way.”
“So, Lord, was there a regression or something? The footprints separated, and this time it was worse than at first.”
There is a pause as the Lord answers, with a smile in His voice. “‘You didn’t know? It was then that we danced!”
I can’t figure this one out. Maybe because I have never danced. Maybe with Jesus I could learn…
Linda, I absolutely love dancing! When I was a kid I wanted to be a dance choreographer. I’d probably be in better shape now if I’d stuck with that dream. 🙂 Peace, Linda
Thanks Linda 🙂
I like dancing with Him. I don’t know who wrote this either but it warms me each time I read it. Thanks for sharing 🙂
🙂 Ann 🙂
Ann, I love dancing at any time, but dancing with Jesus would be the best! Peace, Linda
I read this not too long ago too, Linda . . .and loved it! God bless you as you dance with Him!
I think I’ll be doing that tomorrow night! 🙂 Peace, Linda
I am not good in dancing but would love to dance with the Lord! 🙂
Rea, I love to dance and am looking forward to the day when I can start dancing with Him! Right now, I think I’m at that point where my tiny feet are following His, but they have a lot of growing still to do. Peace, Linda
Beautiful! Blessings to you! My writing has slowed a little but not stopping! Our family has a lot going on right now. My Father in Law has cancer, my son just moved from one state to another, my dad is retiring from the ministry in June and I am planning a retirement event long distance and my son gets married in August. Such a ‘boring life’ LOL! Right now, God is carrying me a lot!
April, I’m so glad He is carrying you though the difficult times, but I see some dancing with the Lord ahead in June and August! 🙂 Peace, Linda