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Thursday, 14 March 2019

The Blue Pacific

The blue Pacific twinkled in the warm sunlight. Our feet dug into the soft sand, leaving footprints where we had been. Cliffs rose to the right as we walked north, laughing, sharing life and hopes and dreams with our dear friend. We paused for lunch, then retraced our steps and said our goodbyes. A brief encounter but one leaving footprints in our hearts, warm memories until we meet again.

Today I have a scheduled call with a dear friend from days long gone by. We have left footprints in one another's lives which have not been swept away despite years of living separate lives on opposite sides of the world. I anticipate much laughter and probably a few tears as we share.

God has left his footprints in all of our lives. Winds and waves buffet and shift the shape of the sand but never erase his loving footprints. We are not alone. Praise God.
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