Footprints (2004)
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."
"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? It was then
that 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.
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."
"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? It was then
that 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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