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.