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posted by Megan at 2:50 PM
Footprints in the Sandby Mary StephensonOne night a man had a dream. He dreamed he waswalking along the beach with the Lord. Across thesky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, henoticed two sets of footprints in the sand: onebelonging to him, and the other to the Lord. Whenthe last scene of his life flashed before him, helooked back at the footprints in the sand. Henoticed that many times along the path of his lifethere was only one set of footprints. He also noticedthat it happened at the very lowest and saddesttimes in his life. This really bothered him and hequestioned the Lord about it. "Lord, You said thatonce I decided to follow you, You'd walk with me allthe way. But I have noticed that during the mosttroublesome times in my life, there is only one setof footprints. I don't understand why when I neededyou most you would leave me." The Lord replied,"My son, My precious child, I love you and I wouldnever leave you. During your times of trial andsuffering, when you see only one set of footprints, itwas then that I Carried You."The PoemFootprints in the Sandby 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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