"Footprints"---Only a Dream!?

“Footprints”---Only a Dream!?

 

 

Early yesterday morning, around the five o’clock mark of dawning, I experienced a vivid dream. Awake, sometime later, the remembrance of “Footprints” took hold. I wonder...
 

...An image fades into my sleeping mind as I enjoy morning’s sweet  peaceful rest.

I “see” a beach of white sand stretched before me. A blue-surfaced tranquil ocean washes white breakers rhythmically, twenty-six to the minute, onto the shore. Some distance ahead, to the south, I spy a man and a child strolling along the surf; the man holds the little one’s hand; the youngster is on the side away from the water. Gentle white-wash laps peacefully at the feet of the adult. As the distance between us slowly shrinks, I get a clearer view of my fellow adventurers.

The child, I cannot say if it is a boy or a girl, turns its face toward the man and peers down the beach in my direction where they have just recently passed. The expression on the youngster’s face is one of questioning concern; there appears only one set of footprints in the wet sand.

I immediately see and understand the child’s dilemma: Where is its feet-impressions?

Closer, now, I see that the man has long, curly, brown hair; He wears a white robe. The side view I have of His face reveals a dark-shaded beard; a cheek and forehead are of a light olive color. Immediately, I search for His feet to determine if He wears sandals, but they are covered by the long robe. Prints in the sand offer no clue, either, as they are filled with water from the surf before I can see any outlined impression they may have imprinted with His passing.

Looking back, now, at the child, it has become an adolescent male in his early teens. Surprisingly, the individual resembles me when once I had visited that very same age.

Hurrying now, in an attempt to catch up, but unable to attain any closer distance than about sixty feet, or so, I notice the teen has again transformed; this time, into an adult man about thirty. That imaged-face I easily recognize as myself in that space; still, the look of wonder over the footprint issue obviously remains a concern upon his features. Only one set of footprints mark the sand in their passing as they walk side-by-side, hand-in-hand.

Suddenly, I stop dead still in my own tracks as dawning enlightens understanding. Of course!

Jesus has always walked beside me---Always! Holding my hand and watching over me.

Only one set of footprints show in the wet sand because He has always carried my burden!

With that profound revelation, I awaken. Inspired by my “find”, satiated in His Love!

Amen! To that. And, again: Amen!