who are you?

Well, its been a while since my last post but I have graduated college and have been looking for a job, not to mention I will be moving in a few days. In the midst of all of that these last few weeks, something has stuck out in my mind. Our guest speaker at graduation spoke about something really awesome. He said as we go out into life, many people will notice us. They will see us and what we are doing, what we have accomplished, and see our success and wonder "who is he?" or "who is she?"



And being Christians we know that we have nothing without the assistance of God and that it is all by his grace and its all blessings from him. So, when they see the great things we are doing they shouldn't be asking "who are you?" they should be asking "who is with you?"

So even when we are having great things happen to us, we should use it for our fundamental purpose in life, to spread the gospel.

God loves us and God is with us every minute of every day!

Footprints

One night I had a dream-- I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord and across the sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints, one belonged to me and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of my life flashed before me, I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that many times along the path of my life, there was only one set of footprints. I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in my life. This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you would walk with me all the way, but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. "I don't understand why in times when I needed you most, you should leave me." The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never, never leave you during your times of trial and suffering. "When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

I was instantly reminded of this poem