When I was a young child, my family lived where we were surrounded with mountains and trees. One day we went for a car ride that took us to the ocean. I recall many of the wonders of that day. The cry of the seagulls, the roar of the crashing waves. Looking out across the water without being able to see the other side. We went down as a family and walked near the waters edge. What great fun it was to see how close to the waves I could get before the water came after me. To my wonder as we walked near the water our feet would sink slightly into the sand. I also noticed that each person left a different set of footprints. As a child sometimes does, I placed my foot in the prints left by my father. I found that I left a new print inside the prints of my fathers. My foot was not big enough to fill the space left. I also couldnít match the stride of my father, without doing a small leap.
At the time this was only a childís game, however as I think back I wonder at the small lesson that can be learned from simple play.
I couldnít fill those prints at that time, yet I could follow the prints safely. There was something else that became real to me as I have this memory. The prints that left a path down that beach were gone in seconds with the passing of a wave. The sand we had passed over was again made smooth as though we were never there. I could follow my parentís footprints forward, but if I tied, I couldnít follow them back. The prints were gone.
During this time in my life, I needed my parentís guidance to be safe and know where to go and how to grow in many ways. Maybe God was showing a small child a glemse of life to come.
As with children, I grew and became older, and there came a time when my father was no longer in my life. As with the prints in the sand a day would come when the teachers were not there and the child had to step out on her own. Instead of being the follower, I had to become the groundbreaker.
God is a loving God. He granted me time to learn the things I would need to know from my earthly parents, to survive in this world. Sometimes we need more guidance in our lives so God gave words to man to be put into books to be made into the great library of life. The collection became known as the Holy Bible. It has survived centuries unchanged. God in his wisdom gave us guidance and unlike millions of other books that have been destroyed, God provided protection, so that man wouldnít destroy our handbook of life. Isnít that wonderful? God lives and knows our needs. He even gave us the Holy Spirit to help us understand His book.
God knew that in my life I would face things, that my parents werenít able to teach me or ready me for. God knew that until the day I go home to him, I would have questions and need instruction. God gave that to us.
Come and open his book and see his footprints. Make the leap from print to print and see the wonders that God has for you.
Romans 15:4 NIV
For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through endurance and encouragement of the scriptures we might find hope.
2 Timothy 4:16 NIV
All scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and training in righteousness so that the man (woman) of God maybe thoroughly equipped for every good work.
Do you have problems that need answers? Then take the walk with the Holy Spirit through the one and only book with the truth and answers.