Footprints

If I am sleeping soundly in my cozy sleeping bag she should know better. She has been my sister a very long time after all. I should get up and look at this? It might be blog worthy? (I am going to suggest that she create her own blog about things God reveals about Himself before 9 am) I tried to say no thank you but an older sister apparently holds a mystical power over the younger, so I stepped out of the tent and looked. Footprints. All over our cooking table. Small. Muddy. And they told a story. They told where the creature had been, what he had been up to, and perhaps most importantly, who/what he is. Let me mention here that I am often fearful to write these things publicly about God. They are personal, sometimes silly, certainly pathetically limited by my inability to paint even a fractional picture of a glorious and holy God. Please take that into consideration if you chance upon these postings. If you want a true and accurate and inspired story about Jesus then you have to look at His footprints. Where do I find them? In the Bible. When I open it I see the stories of where Jesus was going, what He was doing and best of all, Who He is. His direction, purpose, and identity are all imprinted on those pages. It is quite astounding really, the very footprints of God, muddy, human and perfect. Get up and look!

"but these have been written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing you may have life in His name." John 20:31