When I took these pictures, I couldn’t help but think of that old story, Footprints in the Sand.
As I remember it: A man dies and as he’s looking back over his life with his pal, God, he sees two sets of footprints. He asks who the second set of footprints belong to and God answers: Me. I was walking with you. Then the man notices that through the more difficult times in his life only a single set of prints exist. He admonishes God for abandoning him during his darkest times, and God smiles and replies: The footprint that you see are mine. I was carrying you.
I’ve always loved that story.
If you could spare a moment, my family could use a kind thought or prayer.
We need to be carried for a bit.