Over the last couple of days this poem has come back into my mind on many occasions, I first come across it some months ago, I enjoyed it when I first read through it, but couldn’t really connect with it at that point, now it has become the story of my last few weeks, when my strength to struggle through all but disappeared, He certainly carried me.

 Footprints in the Sand by Mary Stevenson

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 were one set of footprints.

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…