Today (Sunday) started off in the wee hours of the morning and although things ended well, it was a bit scary. My nephew knocked on my door to say that my sister needed to take his little brother to the ER. Being that I was in a sleepy stupor; nothing registered at first. Then I heard all the yelling and saw the baby just hanging from sister’s hands. I grabbed my glasses, purse and keys and ran down the stairs calling 911.
The baby finally started breathing and crying as we waited for the ambulance to show up she said that she heard footsteps going back and forth upstairs (we live in the apt right above her) and she told my nephew to come upstairs and get whoever that was. We all were sleep; no one was walking around in our house. Except the One who watches over us, He was there. Normally, I don’t sleep in the living room and so it would have been very hard to hear someone knocking on our door from the master bedroom. I thank God that He knows our needs before we do and that He is there to carry us when are tired.
It reminded me of the poem:
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes
There were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish,
Sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so
I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
That if I followed you, you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed during the most trying periods of
My life there has only been one set of footprints in the
Sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only
One set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
The baby finally started breathing and crying as we waited for the ambulance to show up she said that she heard footsteps going back and forth upstairs (we live in the apt right above her) and she told my nephew to come upstairs and get whoever that was. We all were sleep; no one was walking around in our house. Except the One who watches over us, He was there. Normally, I don’t sleep in the living room and so it would have been very hard to hear someone knocking on our door from the master bedroom. I thank God that He knows our needs before we do and that He is there to carry us when are tired.
It reminded me of the poem:
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes
There were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish,
Sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so
I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
That if I followed you, you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed during the most trying periods of
My life there has only been one set of footprints in the
Sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only
One set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
Author Mary Stevenson, 1936
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