NEW VERSION OF FOOTPRINTS


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, the ones that once etched the sand next to Jesus', are now
walking precisely in His steps. Inside His larger footprints are your
smaller ones, safely you and Jesus are becoming one. This goes on for
many miles, but gradually you notice another change.

The footprints inside the larger 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. Deep gashes in the sand. A veritable mess of prints! You are
amazed and shocked... Your dream ends.

Now, you pray: "Lord, I understand: The first scene with zigzags fits. I
was just learning to follow you. 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."

"Precisely."

"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? That was when we danced."

"To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to weep, a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance."
Ecclesiastes 3:1,4.


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