Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord:
“You promised me Lord,that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”

Mary Stevenson, 1936

Another version of it...

One night I dreamed a dream.I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.
When the last scene of my life shot before me I looked back at the footprints in the sand. There was only one set of footprints. I realized that this was at the lowest and saddest times of my life. This always bothered me and I questioned the Lord about my dilemma.
"Lord, You told me when I decided to follow You, You would walk and talk with me all the way. But I'm aware that during the most troublesome times of my life there is only one set of footprints. I just don't understand why, when I need You most, You leave me."
He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you, never, ever, even during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

Margaret Fishback Powers, 1964

And the third version...

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 of his life.This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. "LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why, when I needed you, most you would leave me." The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you! During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

Carolyn Carty, 1963

I love that poem (with all its variations ;)! I have to say I enjoy the first version, the original version, the best. What about you guys?

It's such an encouraging poem. I absolutely love it. I bought a journel with it enscribed on the cover with a picture of a sunset and doodles of footprints. It's so pretty.

A Very Touching Poem

Hello y'all,
I want to read you guys this really touching poem. It was written by a young girl (maybe about eight-twelve) who was in a Nazi Concentration Camp, called Camp Mittelshine. Her identification number was 55082. Her name was Riva Manska.
She was a Jew, and was seperated from her parents when the Nazi took her. Her parents were sent to a death camp a long distance away, and she knew that she would never see them again...she never did.
This is the poem she wrote while she was a resident in Camp Mittelshine:

Why?

All alone, I stare at the window,
Feeling my soul in me cry.
Hearing the painful screams of my heart,
Calling, silently: why?
Why are your dreams scattered, destroyed?
Why are you put in this cage?
Why is the world silently watching,
Why can't they hear your rage?
Why is the barbed wire holding me prisoner,
Blocking to freedom my way?
Why do I still keep waiting and dreaming...
Hoping...maybe...someday...
I see above me the snow covered mountains,
Majestic, proud and high.
If like a free bird I could reach their peaks,
Maybe from there the world will hear me cry...
Why?

That just makes me so sad, to think of such a young girl...alone, seperated from her loved ones, beaten by her cruel guards...eventually killed.
How could anyone be so heartless?
On a different note, a funnier one, this afternoon my cousins came over, David and Matthew.
Luckily, I shut my computer down, and when you try and boot it back up, you need to type in a password, and nobody knows the password except me, my mom and my dad.
And Joshua comes up and politely asks me, "What's your password?"
And I'm like, "I'm not telling."
He waits a few minutes more, hoping that I will relent, but I don't. So he sighs, and goes back downstairs. Then David comes up and asks me, "I have to do this survey for my school. The first question is: What's your favorite word?" So I answer, and he asks, "What's your favorite food?" So I answer, and then he asks, looking up at the ceiling, "If you had a password...what would-" Here I interrupt him and say, "You're kidding right?" And returned to my book (Daniel, the Champion of the Word, by Roald Dahl...a good book, read it.). Then he groans and says, "You're a hard person to hack, did you know that?"
Lol :D
I'm going to go write...actually, edit.
Love to y'all,
Bekah