I place one foot in front of the other, stepping into the footprints left by Jesus. I see in my mind a beach and the trail of His footprints. As I step into them I am amazed at how much larger they are than my own feet. But I am even more amazed that as I plant my feet, one at a time, into the perfectly shaped indentions in the warm, wet sand they instantly fit my feet!
The Son is warm, shinning upon me and warming my soul. There is no shadow before me, or behind me. The crashing of the waves is as a calming song to my spirit. I cannot see where the trail of footprints is leading, but I am confident that as I follow them the end will be far better than the beginning.
My strength is renewed, my heart beats strong and steadfast. Peace fills every cell of my being. When night falls I collaspse into Arms of enormous proportions. The Arms are strong, tender, warm, protective. I sleep in unbroken peace. The crashing waves are my lullaby, my sleep is sweet.
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