Footprints in the sand by Kakashislittlegirl, literature
Literature
Footprints in the sand
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the LORD.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:
"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you'
He sits by himself at a table for two.
The uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, "Would you go ahead and order, sir?" The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o'clock, almost half an hour.
"No, thank you," the man smiles. "I'll wait for her a while longer.
"Certainly, sir."
The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers his napkin, allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in a sportcoat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but a stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of his cologn
Footprints in the sand by Kakashislittlegirl, literature
Literature
Footprints in the sand
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the LORD.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:
"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you'
He sits by himself at a table for two.
The uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, "Would you go ahead and order, sir?" The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o'clock, almost half an hour.
"No, thank you," the man smiles. "I'll wait for her a while longer.
"Certainly, sir."
The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers his napkin, allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in a sportcoat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but a stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of his cologn