Footprints in the Sand and A Wise Old Owl
I am very sad...but Jesus is carrying me at the moment.
I am sure most of you are familiar with the "Footprints" story. It has made its way on to numerous plaques, chachki's (I am certain that spelling is wrong; a little gift store gizmo item...) and postcards. If you are not familiar with it, it is basically a story of two sets of footprints in the sand. One for a man who dreamed this story, and one for the Lord. The story unfolds, but at the end there is only one set of footprints. When the man questioned why, the Lord answered, "During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."
My dad gave me this postcard on January 28th when I went to the fabulous dinner with him.
I am being carried.
There are several other touches of grace (of course, with every drop of grace comes a kick in the you know what, but then that means the kicker is behind me as it should be. You know, get behind me Satan...)
Another touch of grace I received was from a childhood friend, the same friend who joined me in CA when I went to visit my other childhood friend with cancer. She *happened* to be in NYC this weekend...and we met, totally unplanned, a spontaneous spirit driven event...way too long a story to write here, but amazing. Amazing grace.
At any rate, she reminded me of a childhood saying that our teacher had often presented us with:
"A wise old owl sat in an oak; the more he heard, the less he spoke. The more he spoke, the less he heard. Why can't we be like this wise old bird."
May I be granted much wisdom in the days ahead.
If there is someone you need to let them know you love them, please go do it now. They are the last words I spoke with my dad.
Peace.
I am sure most of you are familiar with the "Footprints" story. It has made its way on to numerous plaques, chachki's (I am certain that spelling is wrong; a little gift store gizmo item...) and postcards. If you are not familiar with it, it is basically a story of two sets of footprints in the sand. One for a man who dreamed this story, and one for the Lord. The story unfolds, but at the end there is only one set of footprints. When the man questioned why, the Lord answered, "During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."
My dad gave me this postcard on January 28th when I went to the fabulous dinner with him.
I am being carried.
There are several other touches of grace (of course, with every drop of grace comes a kick in the you know what, but then that means the kicker is behind me as it should be. You know, get behind me Satan...)
Another touch of grace I received was from a childhood friend, the same friend who joined me in CA when I went to visit my other childhood friend with cancer. She *happened* to be in NYC this weekend...and we met, totally unplanned, a spontaneous spirit driven event...way too long a story to write here, but amazing. Amazing grace.
At any rate, she reminded me of a childhood saying that our teacher had often presented us with:
"A wise old owl sat in an oak; the more he heard, the less he spoke. The more he spoke, the less he heard. Why can't we be like this wise old bird."
May I be granted much wisdom in the days ahead.
If there is someone you need to let them know you love them, please go do it now. They are the last words I spoke with my dad.
Peace.
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posted by www.kathypride.com at
8:14 AM
2 Comments:
I'm so glad to hear from you. I had not heard that poem for ages... My mom had an old book of poems when I was little, and that was one of my favorites...Had it memorized!!
God often resolves things in ways we totally could not have imagined. My life is full of those stories, and full of stories of grace as well.
I don't envy you the path you must walk for the next months...But I do know that God will provide you the strength and grace you need to get through it; mostly through the hands of others, sometimes by his own Hand. You are never alone in any of this, though the enemy will try to make you feel that way.
My grandma's favorite Psalm was the 121st.
I lift up my eyes to the hills- Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip -
He who watches over you will not slumber;
Indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you
The LORD is your shade at your right hand;
The sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm -
He will watch over your life;
The LORD will watch over your coming and going
Both now and forevermore.
Psalm 121
Beautiful words from a dear friend and a wise owl. :)
Keeping you close in prayer (can you feel it?).
I keep calling my parents and telling them I love them! Thank you for the precious reminder!
HUGS!
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