|Words to live by
||[Feb. 14th, 2004|07:37 pm]
Okay, by this I am amused.
Everyone knows the "Footprints in the Sand" schtick: I looked back on my life and saw two sets of footprints along the beach, and God said that it was He walked beside me. But in some places there was but one set of prints and I asked God why He had abandoned me, and He said, "My child, those are my prints; I didn't abandon you, I carried you."
For those of us who haven't felt carried, here's rather a different - and perhaps more useful version. Gleaned from the 'net, Author Unknown.
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Her, "What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much too big to be from feet."
"My child," She said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You would not learn, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
"Because in life, there comes a time
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
No wonder my butt hurts [g].