gratitude

As a tiny seed grows the highest tree, so your comments write the most wonderful poem of gratitude in my heart.
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2 thoughts on “gratitude

  1. Tomas,

    This brings to mind a writing called ‘Foot Prints in the Sand’ It is very popular and has been translated into many Languages.

    I’m no angel…and far from being on the road to becoming a saint…There
    have been times in my life when I needed to be reminded that their are powers much larger than man can comprehend. This writing has always enabled me to focus on a higher purpose and to forget my troubles. I don’t know who
    the Author is. And ownership is being argued in courts at this time.

    One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
    he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

    Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
    For each scene he noticed two sets of
    footprints in the sand: one belonging
    to him, and the other to the LORD.

    When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
    he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

    He noticed that many times along the path of
    his life there was only one set of footprints.

    He also noticed that it happened at the very
    lowest and saddest times in his life.

    This really bothered him and he
    questioned the LORD about it:

    “LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
    you, you’d walk with me all the way.
    But I have noticed that during the most
    troublesome times in my life,
    there is only one set of footprints.
    I don’t understand why when
    I needed you most you would leave me.”

    The LORD replied:

    “My son, my precious child,
    I love you and I would never leave you.
    During your times of trial and suffering,
    when you see only one set of footprints,
    it was then that I carried you.”

  2. Hi Tomas, This picture is lovely. It looks like a woman’s feet. She’s wearing sandals and standing on an icy sidewalk downtown. The lights of the city reflect in the ice, so it must be night. I hope the woman is Christmas shopping. I hope she doesn’t slip on the ice. But if she does, I hope there’s a handsome man closeby, who will break her fall and catch her in his arms and take her to dinner, before he falls madly in love with her forever.

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