Where Are My Feet?

I heard the story recently of a father who was mowing his backyard early one Saturday morning. The dew was so thick as he pushed the mower, he left footprints in the wet, green grass. His daughter came outside to watch. She noticed the giant feetprints. She ran behind her father and began to place one of her own feet in each of the prints. She followed slowly behind the man she loved and trusted. After awhile the father noticed, his little girl. He turned off the mower and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Just following you," she replied.
"Why?" he questioned.
"Because I love you," she innocently responded.
The father was brought to tears as he was reminded of his heavenly Father. If he could love his father enough, to trust his footprints and follow where ever he leads.


Sometimes it feels like we are walking through hell on earth. Other times it seems like our feet are floating on heavenly clouds. No matter where our feet land, if they are gently placed in our father's footsteps, he will go before us protecting us and making the path smooth. We just have to love him enough, to trust him.