Our Footprints In The Sand

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One of my favorite poems growing up was “Footprints in the Sand.”  Believing that Christ was walking along with me and carrying me during my most trying times was a tremendous comfort.  Now that I no longer believe in God, I still find meaning in this idea of not walking through life alone.  Here is my version of this wonderful poem, as it pertains to my life; where I find comfort.


One night I had a dream that I was walking along the beach with my daughter.  Scenes from my life flashed across the sky.  The images were filled with the most joyous, sad, beautiful, devastating and triumphant moments our family had experienced.  There were two set of footprints in the sand to accompany each scene.

My daughter asked, “Dad, whose footprints are those?”

“One set are mine and the other is your mothers.  We have walked side by side during our lives.”

“Why are there times when there are only one set of footprints?”

“During the times of sorrow, defeat or anguish, your mother and I took turns carrying each other.  The strongest of us holding the other.”

“What are those marks in the sand?  They don’t look like footprints.”

I turned and looked my daughter in her eyes,

“Those are the moments when neither of us had the strength to lift the other, so we crawled.  Together.”