Aloha everyone,

On a lighter note a friend of mine e-mailed me this poem. I had always loved the poem Footprints in the Sand and I had a good laugh when I read this parody. It was a great reminder that life does give us the choice to change. We can make the conscious choice to change or create a variety events that strongly invite us to change. Hope you enjoy the poem and keep your butt out of the sand.

One night I had a wondrous dream,
A set of prints on the sand was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
Yet mine were not along the shore.

But then a stranger print appeared.
I asked the Lord, “What have we here?
This print is large and round and neat,
But Lord, it’s just too big for feet.”

“My child,” He said in somber tones,

“For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to seek My face,
Take up your cross and walk in grace.”

“You disobeyed, you would not grow.
You would not stand against the flow.
Your neck was stiff, your ears were shut,
So there I dropped you on your butt.”

“Because in life there comes a time,
When one must fight, when one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave one’s butt-prints in the sand.”

-Anonymous

With love and a big smile,
Susan