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New Twist on "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, 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 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. 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 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;
followed 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? That was when we danced."
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose
A time to weep, a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
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