One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, You said that once I decided to follow you, You'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me." The Lord replied, "My son, My precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I Carried You." The Poem Footprints in the Sand by Mary Stevenson
I know life is sad. But this evening I was in Barnes and Noble - I hadn't had a good bookstore session in a couple weeks - and I saw you. Really. You were in a book, being irrepressible, and it made me happy. You will be irrepressible again, and hopefully better appreciated for it (at least, by blue-eyed smiley grad student types) in your new environment.
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Footprints in the Sand
by Mary Stephenson
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was
walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the
sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he
noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one
belonging to him, and the other to the Lord. When
the last scene of his life flashed before him, he
looked back at the footprints in the sand. He
noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed
that it happened at the very lowest and saddest
times in his life. This really bothered him and he
questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, You said that
once I decided to follow you, You'd walk with me all
the way. But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life, there is only one set
of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed
you most you would leave me." The Lord replied,
"My son, My precious child, I love you and I would
never leave you. During your times of trial and
suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it
was then that I Carried You."
The Poem
Footprints in the Sand
by Mary Stevenson
Was I in a box? There is nothing but boxes. The void is a box. All is boxes.
I know life is sad. But this evening I was in Barnes and Noble - I hadn't had a good bookstore session in a couple weeks - and I saw you. Really. You were in a book, being irrepressible, and it made me happy. You will be irrepressible again, and hopefully better appreciated for it (at least, by blue-eyed smiley grad student types) in your new environment.
I've heard that I am in that book, and I keep meaning to go look at it.
The beach is inside the box, so is the book that you are inside.
It is boxes all the way down.
When you get a chance, you are on page 96.
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