Me:  Prodigal you are way out in the woods.

Prodigal:  Yep, out where even the deer and antelope don’t roam.

Me:  Well, we can still share encouragement.

 

Father, are those my footprints everyday, and is the second set of prints when you joined me?

He answers “no, my precious child.  The consistent footprints are mine.  The second set of footprints are when you joined me.

“Where were you going, father?”

To the destiny I planned for you, hoping you’d follow.

But father, where are my footprints all those times?

Sometimes you went back to look at old resentments and habits.

Sometimes, you departed from my path and chose your own instead.

Other times your footprints can even be seen on other’s person’s path because you liked their plan better.

At other times, you simply stopped because you would not let go of something you could not take with you.

But  even if I didn’t walk with you everyday, we ended up ok, didn’t we?

He holds you close and smiles, yes, child, we ended up ok, but you see, ok was never what I had in mind for you.

Father what are those golden treasure boxes on certain days?

Blessings, my child, I had for you along the way.  Those that are open are those you received.  Those still closed were days you did not walk with me.

 

Anonymous

 

Psalm 90:12

So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

 

Jennifer Van Allen

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