I have become a care-giver for someone who I love dearly.
So over whelmed!
So full of uncertainties!
I went back to church last Sunday. It had been too long and it was time to come "home" again. I am reminded that my life matters too and I can "do" this.
Slowly, I am regaining myself back.
Slowly, I am getting back to joy.
A nudge sent me into the kitchen. No excuses, all the ingredients were there. It was time again. Bake something!
I rolled, flattened, baked and waited again.
One more time.
Peanut-butter cookies! Therapeutic! Yumminess! (I know that is not a word but it should be!)
Then I strolled.
Then I remembered.
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 were one set of footprints.
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 noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
There have only been one set of prints in the sand.
Why, When I have needed you most, you have not been there for me?"
The Lord replied,
"The times when you have seen only one set of footprints
Is when I carried you."