Miz Fancy Pants

I am just running with the butt-prints in the sand theme here today because I feel this has been a profound message for me in my life lately.   God has been verifying my diagnosis with little serendipitous clues like that poem.  What a hoot when God gets you right where you live with some hokey poem!  So just how did I arrive at this spiritual stuckness?    I can’t say for sure.  Maybe I said “No” to God too many times.  Maybe I have put too much focus on seeking God in my own strength instead of letting Him find me in my daily life.  Well, in an effort to get my butt out of the sand, I am making a few changes.   Read the rest of this entry »

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One night I had a wondrous dream.

One set of footprints there was seen.

The footprints of my precious Lord,

But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared,

And I asked the Lord, “What have we here?”

Those prints are large and round and neat,

“But Lord, they are too big for feet.”

“My child,” He said in somber tones,

“For miles I carried you alone.

I challenged you to walk in faith,

But you refused and made me wait.”

“You disobeyed, you would not grow,

The walk of faith, you would not know,

So I got tired, I got fed up.

And there I dropped you on your Butt,”

“Because in life, there comes a time

When one must fight, and one must climb,

When one must rise and take a stand,

Or leave their Butt prints in the sand.”

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I woke up early this morning (6:20am).  This is against my nature, so I give credit where credit is due; Divine Intervention.  The only other thing that can rouse me at that hour is a crying baby, which I haven’t had in a few years. Thoughts placed on my mind: spending more quality mother-daughter time with Heyhey before she grows up on me and no longer wants to hang out, and the book I was reading last night, Messy Spirituality, reminding me of God’s infinite patience with me in my spiritual walk.   Read the rest of this entry »

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