Imagine you and the Lord Jesus walking down the road together. For much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace. But your prints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures and returns.
For much of the way it seems to go like this. But gradually, your footprints come more in line with the Lord's, soon paralleling His consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends.
This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens: your footprints that once etched the sand next to the Master's are now walking precisely in His steps. Inside His larger footprints is the small "sandprint," safely enclosed. You and Jesus are becoming one.
This goes on for many miles. But gradually you notice another change. The footprint inside the larger footprint seems to grow larger. Eventually it disappears altogether. There is only one set of footprints. They have become one.
Again, this goes on for a long time. But then something awful happens. The second set of footprints is back. And this time it seems even worse. Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts. Deep gashes in the sand. A veritable mess of prints.
You're amazed and shocked. But this is the end of your dream. Now you speak.

"Lord, I understand the first scene with the zigzags and fits and starts and so on. I was a new Christian, just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk in You."
"That is correct."
"Yes, and when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps. I followed You very closely."
"Very good. You have understood everything so far."
"Then the smaller footprints grew and eventually filled in with Yours. I suppose that I was actually growing so much that I was becoming like You in every way."
"But this is my question: Lord, was there a regression or something? The footprints went back to two, and this time it was worse than the first."

The Lord smiles, then laughs. "You didn't know?" He says. "That was when we danced."

Mark Littleton

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I PETER 2:21 "For even hereunto were ye called: because Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example, that ye should follow his steps:"

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Much of my life has been spent making false starts, abrupt stops and U-turns. I remember when I was saved at the age of 12. A friend from school had asked me to go to church with her so she could win a white bible. She won the bible and her father stopped picking me up. I rode the church bus until they said it was too far to come to pick me up. By this time I was 15 and had been saved and baptized. I was old enough and motivated enough to find my own way to church so I found a church closer to home. I loved to sing and tried out for the choir. I have sung on radio, TV and even cut a record with one group but they said I wasn't good enough for their choir. (I think they felt I wasn't old enough.) I tried to join in the teen activities but was shut out by the terrible teen clique. So I dropped out of church. No one else in my family went so it just became too much of a struggle to get up on Sunday morning and go to church alone. I stopped walking with God for two years; it was one of the darkest periods of my life. I later got married and started going to church again. Many times since then I have stepped outside of His steps and many times He has carried me, but the best times were when we were dancing. We danced when I held my son for the first time and again when my beautiful baby girl was born. We danced when my children were baptized and when I was priviledged to introduce someone to Him. We danced when my biopsy came back benign and we dance each time one of my grandchildren wraps their arms around me. He has been there through each one of these experiences; even during the dark time of depression I went through in my twenties. He has wept with me and He has rejoiced with me. He has held my hand for many years as we walked side by side and He has had to carry me many times when I was too weak to walk. But the most precious to me are the times we dance.



Take some time this week to think about the times you have danced with The Savior. It is so uplifting to hear the music and relive the joys of life!


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