I got this from Debs’ blog, Stirred not Shaken. Thanks, Debs!
Buttprints in the Sand
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, “What have we here?”
Those prints are large and round and neat,
“But Lord they are too big for feet.”
“My child,” He said in somber tones,
“For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.”
“You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt.”
“Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand.”
How perfect is this? And to top it off, God has been prodding me to get off mine and get moving. He is so patient to keep calling us like so many inattentive children. At some point, though, He does mean for us to grow up. He’s been giving me some things in this vein lately. Here’s one:
9/11/09 The verse: “Your word have I hidden in my heart that I might not sin against You” came to my mind.
Hide My words in your heart. Tuck them into all the secret places where you secret your great and lovely treasures.
Lord, what treasures could I have but You? What could please me above Your love?
See to it you remember this, My beloved. Kindness does not call rubbish by any other name. Rid yourself of all that weighs you down and holds you back. You need nothing beside Me, and as you go, your needs–all of them–will be met as they come up.
(I got a picture in my mind of a scene from Romancing the Stone in which the heroine is carrying two huge suitcases down a muddy road in Columbia, wearing high-heeled shoes, fuming because the hero does not offer to carry the cases for her. When he does take the suitcases, it is only to throw them off the road, down into the jungle below.)
(I also got a picture of myself wandering through a huge cave with lots of nice tall passages and rooms. In every nook was some kind of an ornament. Some of them were really cheesy and some were beautiful works of art or gemstones, etc. I had a beautiful gem, flashing light, and I couldn’t find a place to put it. I had to throw out one of the horrible, cheesy ornaments to find a spot for it. I couldn’t believe I had ever wanted the thing in the first place. I saw this as a picture of me wandering through my own heart.)
Continue to seek Me–you must not grow weary in this. I sustain you with Myself, and though you may feel unable to go on, yet a few more steps and you will find you can go a few more. There are times for struggling and pressing through, just as there are seasons of refreshment, and I am with you in all these things. You are more than victorious in My victory. Come.
There’s more, but I’ll get back to you on that in a day or two. For now, abide in Him and in love for one another.