Many people are familiar with the “Footprints in the Sand” poem. Here is a yet another story about footprints in the sand that I suppose one might consider a sequel. Enjoy!
The strange pattern of footprints in the sand could only mean one thing.
In a dream, you and the Lord are walking along the beach together. For much of the way the Lord’s footprints go along steadily, rarely varying in pace. Your prints go in a 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 in line with the Lord’s. You and Jesus are walking as true friends.
Then an interesting thing happens. Your footprints, which once etched the sand next to the Master’s, are now walking in His large footprints, safely enclosed. You and Jesus are becoming one. This goes on for many miles. Gradually you notice another change. The footprints inside the larger prints grow larger. Eventually they disappear altogether. There is only one set of footprints. They have become one; again this goes on for a long time.
Then something awful happens. The second set of footprints is back. This time it seems even worse than before. Zigzags are all over the place. You’re amazed and shocked. But this is the end of your dream.
“Lord,” you say, “I understand the first scene with the zigzags, fits and starts. I was a new Christian, just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with You.”
“That is correct,” replies the Lord.
“Then, when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps. I followed You very closely.”
“Very good. You have understood everything so far.”
“Then the smaller footprints grew and eventually filled in with Yours. I suppose I was growing so much that I was becoming more like You in every way.”
“So here is my question, Lord. Was there a regression? The footprints went back to two, and this time it was worse than the first.”
The Lord throws back His head and laughs. “You didn’t know? That was when we danced.”