On Another Note...

On a slightly different note, one that still has something to do with reading, I have discovered a great book today. The title is project sunlight. I have noticed in this book that the main character is not Meg, or Sunlight, but the angel watching over her, Jared. As he records her day-to-day changes in his journal, he watches her and her friend Sybil grow in Christ. Seeing things from a supposed angel's perspective, an angel who hangs out with Jesus, puts a whole new light on things. It makes me wish that sometimes I could go back to the beginning and start over, seeing him in a different light than the one he is portrayed in now. What I see currently is someone who is attached to his Throne of Golden Glory, his perfect jewels perfectly perched on His perfect head, looking down his nose at sinful me. What I want to see is my best friend and father, walking along the path of Life with me, talking things through.

Today I heard a poem written called "Footprints in the Sand" that touched me a lot.

Footprints in the Sand


One night a man had a dream. He dreamedhe 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 ofhis life there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the verylowest 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'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 son, my 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."

written by Mary Stevenson



Hmm.