Your path led through the sea, your way through the mighty waters, though your footprints were not seen. Psalm 77:19
I just love footprints.
Every time I come across tracks in the snow or the sand, I find myself acting like a little kid - tracing them exactly. It is so much fun to walk in someone else's footsteps or try tracing my own.
Footprints are especially handy if you've ever been lost. There is nothing more frightening than realizing you've gone too far off a mountain path. All the trees start to look alike, then irrational thoughts of rescuers finding you deep in the woods days later start running through your mind. Discovering footprints that lead back to the trail is quite a relief. Footprints simply make life easier sometimes.
If only I could learn to closely follow Jesus' steps. I would never be lost again.
But what about the times I can't find His footprints? How often have I heard someone ask - heard myself ask - "Where was God when that happened?" Like the Footprints story, I sometimes wonder where God was. Was He really carrying me? Or are the footprints in the sand really mine?
Lord, I'm tired of getting lost along the path of Your will. Too many times I have strayed only to fall into dark and lonely places. Give me eyes to see Your footprints when others cannot see them. Help me to follow them. When others look at my life, let them only see the path You made for me. Like a child hopping from one to another, I want my tracks to disappear.
May every step I take be Yours.