Message Behind the Drawings Series....
Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.
I love the Footprints in the Sand poem, about a dream where we learn that as we walk through this life, that we think we are traveling alone, but unknown to us is Christ's footprints are along side ours and at times we cannot walk He is carrying us. It made such an impression on me that I had to do a chalk drawing about it.
I have to be honest the picture of the beach scene in my mind's eye is different. In our interpretation of the poem, there is a storm coming, the winds are picking up over the beach and ocean, driftwood everywhere and seaweed washing up on the sand. I can imagine the mist and sand blowing into my face. At the conclusion, in the Black Light, invisible footprints appear and an exhausted child is being carried by Jesus. I can relate to that exhausted child most of the time these days. How about you?
When I was a child, my Dad and I played a game, where I would grab his ankles and he would drag me all over the living room. We laughed and as best as he could he would try to get me to let go, but I hung on for dear life. It was a just a game, but as I grew older an object lesson for me. There are times when the exhaustion of the battle leaves me totally limp with no reserve strength other than to grab His ankles and hold on. Through storms of life like the death of a child, parents, friends, the permanent disability of a spouse, the barrenness of a crib, no money to pay a debt, loss of a job, loneliness of loosing a friend over a disagreement, private and personal wars of the body and spirit that I have thought I had been there alone just laying in the sand. In those moments, I have had to hang onto His ankles. But unlike my earthly Father, He stops and picks up my sore, tired and worn out soul and body and carries me until I am strong enough with His strength to walk again. I identify with the woman that grabbed the hem of His garment, as my last resort, He stops brings healing to my heart and we walk on making the impossible possible. He is my Healer and my friend.
It does not matter, walking, dragging, or carrying, He is there through all the pain, trials, heartaches, when strength is no more, He is there as He dusts the sand off and we move forward together.
Praying for the warriors today at the seashore....