It finally rained last week. It has been a while since we had more than a sprinkle and it was certainly a welcome sight. The problem with any substantial amount of rain for me is that fact that my yard gets flooded very easily. It was a big mess for a few days after the rain and if there was mud then I stepped in it. I constantly had mud on my shoes. I tracked it into the truck and onto the porch.
As things dried out though I started to notice the footprints in the mud.
I was looking at how deep and intricate some of the prints were. Spaced out almost like a dance pattern as day by day I avoided the places I had stepped the days before trying to keep clean.
They had a beauty to them I had never noticed. They represented where I had been but was no longer. Some I remembered, the really deep ones. Some I didn’t. None of them were pretty but they were there.
I look back on things I’ve done, mistakes I have made and I see them now as footprints in mud. None of them pretty. Reminders of where I have been and a warning to not to step there again.
13 No, dear brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, 14 I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us. - Philippians 3:13-14
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