I need to apologize that it has been almost two weeks with no new blogging. The past few weeks have been part of an intense push at work. The project I am running is at a critical juncture and the entire team has been putting in very long days and weekends. Between 60 hour workweeks, important family time, other ministries and Lenten observance, FaithBestowed has unfortunately lapsed. I am very much enjoying this blog and finding it to be strengthening in my own faith, so I am glad to be back to it.

I will say that times like this tell us something about ourselves. For me, times of intense pressure remind me of prayers like “Footsteps in the Sand.” There is no question in my mind that during the past month there have been times where Jesus has been carrying me.
Footsteps in the sand
Footprints in the sand – Author unknown

One night a man had a dream.

He dreamt he was walking along the beach with the Lord.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand -one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it:

LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.”

The LORD replied:

“Oh my precious. precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, I didn’t leave you, it was then that I carried you.”

This poem/prayer has always been one of my favorite Christian images. Of course the poem talks about sadness, but I think it applies equally to all of our stresses. It is ironic yet both accurate and appropriate that during Lent, while remembering everything that Jesus has done for me and His own sense of abandonment, I find myself so dependent on Him to deal with stresses and anxieties that relatively speaking are trivial. I also find that He reliably is there to help me do so. Kind of puts things in perspective, doesn’t it.

When I was young and dealing with stress, my Mother would pray with me offering up my day to Jesus. The exact words of the prayers I don’t recall, but the message was that “With Jesus I can do anything. Without Him I am nothing.” Even though I can’t remember the exact words, I still call on this prayer in difficult times.

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