Lord

Lord, Everywhere I look
I see Your glory.
Lord, Everywhere I go
I know You are there.

Lord hear my cry,
I need you more.
Lord hear my cry,
I need you more.
I love you Lord.

Lord every time I need You,
You're right by my side.
Lord every time I want You,
You're never too far.


Lord hear my cry,
I need you more.
Lord hear my cry,
I need you more.
I love you Lord.

Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.

Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.

In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.

Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,

other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed

that during the low periods of my life,

when I was suffering from

anguish, sorrow or defeat,

I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord,

"You promised me Lord,

that if I followed you,

you would walk with me always.

But I have noticed that during

the most trying periods of my life

there have only been one

set of footprints in the sand.

Why, when I needed you most,

you have not been there for me?"

The Lord replied,

"The times when you have

seen only one set of footprints,

is when I carried you."

Mary Stevenson

Copyright © 1984 Mary Stevenson, from original 1936 text, All rights reserved

so different...yet the same

It’s weird being in a place so similar to my own, but feeling so out of place. I love being here in Colorado, but I miss the familiar. Driving down the street, it’s a completely different place. The stores are different, I don’t know what any store has inside. The people think differently. Back home it was nothing to drive 45 minutes to go to the mall, or go bowling. Here it’s far an out of the way to drive 10 minutes to the Chick-Fil-A. Driving down the road you see a lot of cars with huge holes and dents, a lot more than in Canada. The roads in the winter are a lot better in Canada. It’s so weird to be in a place so similar, yet so different. I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss driving down the road with out a GPS. I love my husband, and I like it here It’s just hard feeling so out of place, yet feeling like your suppose to belong. Why? why is it so hard? I know I'm suppose to be here.