FOOTPRINTS...A New Version

Imagine you and the Lord Jesus are walking down the
road together. For much of the way, the Lord's
footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely
varying the pace. But your footprints are a
disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops,
turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns. For
much of the way, it seems to go like this, but
gradually your footprints come more in line with the
Lord's, soon paralleling His consistently. You and
Jesus are walking as true friends!

This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing
happens: Your footprints that once etched the sand
next to Jesus' are now walking precisely in His steps.
Inside His larger footprints are your smaller ones,
you and Jesus are becoming one.

This goes on for many miles, but gradually you notice
another change. The footprints inside the large
footprints seem to grow larger. Eventually they
disappear altogether. There is only one set of
footprints they have become one.

This goes on for a long time, but suddenly the second
set of footprints is back. This time it seems even
worse! Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts.
Gashes in the sand. A variable mess of prints. You are
amazed and shocked.

Your dream ends. Now you pray: "Lord, I understand the
first scene with zigzags and fits. I was a new
Christian; I was just learning. But You walked on
through the storm and helped me learn to walk with

" That is correct."

"And when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours,
I was actually learning to walk in Your steps;
followed You very closely."

"Very good. You have understood everything so far."

When the smaller footprints grew and filled in Yours,
I suppose that I was becoming like You in every way."


"So, Lord, was there a regression or something? The
footprints separated, and this time it was worse than

There is a pause as the Lord answers with a smile in
His voice. "You didn't know? That was when we danced."

To everything there is a season, a time for every
purpose under heaven: A time to weep, a time to laugh,
A time to mourn, and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes