So there used to be two footprints in the sand. Then one day, HE came, picked me up and carried me.
Ahhh, the refuge. I’m safe as I lean in close and let Him comfort me…the perfect Father, covering me with an everlasting love. I can almost hear His heartbeat. I’m safe here. I want to say “thank you, thank you, thank you for not only carrying me, but my burdens as well.” Shhhhh…Be still…Enter my rest…Receive my strength. I close my eyes and choose to trust Him.
The day He picked me up turned into weeks and then months. When I begin to feel anxious that I have not done enough for Him, He reminds me it’s not about what I do for Him, but about what He wants to do through me. I will finish what I started in you.
All the time, life’s waves continue to crash, threatening to overwhelm me. Life’s losses hurt. Loved ones sometimes wound. Grief descends. I watch the storms swirl, safe in his arms, his strength coursing through my spiritual veins.
Today…TODAY, gently and lovingly he set me down. As I stand, I feel the warm sand in my toes. I hear the waves crashing, but look beyond to see the peaceful heavens. He walks ahead of me this time. I follow lightheartedly, carefully…in His steps.
I Peter 2:21 NASB
For you have been called for this purpose, since Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example for you to follow in His steps.