I've never claimed to be a model Christian; I've always been more the black sheep, the prodigal son. But when I accepted Christ in 2003, there was one story that always stuck with me, and one that I've held steadfast to over the years.
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A man was walking along the beach with God after his life had ended. As they conversed, the man asked God,
"God, why is it that when I look back at the lowest points of my life, there is only one set of footprints in the sand? Didn't You promise that we would never walk alone, that You would always be with us? Where were You when I needed you most?"
God turned to the man, and with a still voice, simply said,
"My son, there is only one set of footprints because during those times, I was carrying you."
This story resonated with me as well... I first heard it in 2006 and it was one of those stories that I'd remember during my less enjoyable moments in life.
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