You know the poem, "Footprints"?
I love that poem. But a few years ago I found it written out specifically for women.
I can't find it anywhere on the internet, though, and I can't find my original source, so I don't know who wrote it. And I'd like to.
So I'm afraid I'm breaking copyright here, but I thought I'd post it for you all to read. I think it's lovely, and it fits in perfectly for our December rush.
One night a woman had a dream.
She walked by the sea on the strand
and images of her life appeared along with some marks in the sand.
Just her footprints and the Lord’s: Two sets, but sometimes one.
And it seemed as if this happened when there was the most to be done.
When she carried so many burdens, and there was so much to do,
She wondred why the Lord had not been there to help her through.
She questioned God about it. “You said you’d be there for me.”
But it seems whenever I need you most your footprints I do not see.
And the Lord replied, “My daughter, I did what I promised to do.
When you see just one set f footprints the opposite thing is true.
When you were carrying everything else it was then I was carrying you.”
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