Footprints by the Sea

Last night I had a wondrous dream, of prints in beach sand I had seen.  Though my feet hadn't walked that shore, I saw the footprints of my Lord.

And when a different print appeared, I asked the Lord, "What have we here?  This print is larger, round and neat, and wasn't made by walking feet."

"My child," He said in somber tone, "For miles I carried you alone.  I challenged you to stand - not ride.  To walk and let me be your guide.

You would not stand.  You would not grow.  The walk of faith, you would not know.  So then I finally 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 just leave butt prints in the sand."