We lived in the desert for the first 3 years of our married life. Extreme heat, dirt everywhere in all of your windowsills and crevices, the sun beating down mercilessly day after day–but we loved it. We had to love it, really, because you can’t live in a place like that if you don’t. We loved what we did there, printing God’s Word, taking it across the Mexican border and placing it in the hands of people who didn’t know Him.
We left our footprints all over that burning sand as we built dreams and goals and planned our future.
But that’s the thing about sand — it’s always shifting and changing. The sand you see today won’t be the sand you see tomorrow. We walked away from that sand, expecting to return and see our footprints still there–but they weren’t. The wind had blown and the dreams went with it. The picture had changed and we weren’t in it. Many footprints dotted the paths–but not ours.
But that’s the thing about footprints — ours don’t really matter. Our biggest dreams are so small compared to the ones God has for us. Our highest goals can be blown away with a breeze, but His plans are sure, not built on sand and man’s abilities.
Our journey might seem like it has changed but it hasn’t. It’s God who is directing our footsteps. Not us.
We’re walking towards different mountains now, to a place where our feet may never leave an imprint. But that’s okay.
We see God’s steps before us, behind us, all around us. Those are the only ones we need to see.
His are steady and unchanging, even while changing everything.
I pray, when you look at the path behind us, His steps are the only ones you see.