   
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 the set 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 once I decided to follow you, you 'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troubled times of my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why you would leave me when I needed you most."
The Lord replied,"My child. My precious child. I love you and 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."
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~Footprints of my Life~
 It's the 3rd week into my practicum and I am staying later and later in school coz of meetings lar.... mark books lar....extra activities in the school.... But I am not complaining because compared to my previous practicum, I am learning so much more....and I am thankful for everything that God has shown me so far in my 3 weeks of practicum... Every morning before flag raising, the school has singspiration - which is the singing of hymns and for these few weeks, a Christian teacher will go on stage each week to share their story of how Christ touched/changed their lives. A teacher shared her story today and this in turn made me think about how God had drawed me to Him. She said that many many years ago, while she was studying and was still in hostel, she would always be attracted to a group of people who sang hymns at a particular time of the week and that was how she was introduced to Christianity. Thinking back, she says the Spirit of God had used music to draw her to Him. While she shared her story, I can't help but ponder what had God used to draw me to Him. I mean I like singing too but I prefered pop love songs than to hymns...hahaha.... I even remembered that the church hymns that I listened to in the past was rather boring...not like now, got band and rock just like contemporary music.... so God couldn't have used music to touch me. Then I thought about one incident 3 years ago... A friend of mine had offered me a pair of free tickets to watch 'The Passion of Christ'. I wasn't a Christian then but thought that I might as well go and watch it since it's free! So I went with Ah Yap to watch the movie. Little did I know that this movie was going to be so disturbing.... The movie was so painful to watch....I wept throughout the movie...It reached a point where I couldn't open my eyes anymore to watch the movie because I couldn't take the slashing and brutal beating of Jesus Christ on screen... And even when my eyes were closed, I could not escape the torment. I could still remember the 'squishing' sound of the flesh when they thumped the nail into his hand to crucify him... At the end of the movie, I was like some fool with my eyes swollen and nose red... The movie left me feeling so distraught that I couldn't talk much with Ah Yap on the way home and I couldn't eat much for dinner. Though badly shaken by the experience, I now realised that the Spirit of God had touched me during the movie. I mean, why was I so affected by it? I wasn't even a Christian then! God had used graphics to touch me and today when I thought back about this during assembly, tears welled up again in my eyes, this time out of gratitude.....grateful for his great love and for never giving up to bring me to Him...Thank You, Lord. I fought hard to prevent any tears from rolling down my face because it was assembly and I think it will be quite drama for students to see their teacher cry...haha... So thank God, no tears dropped. =) Anyway, I have already started teaching and I am beginning to like the kids in my weak class... Haha, they are really quite cute. The negative thing that I realised is that kids in the school always feel inferior when they know they are not in a good class. The best class, on the other hand, have students who are so full of themselves that it irks me. I really do hope that the kids in the weaker classes will see their worth not in their grades but in the fact that each and every one of them is a unique creation of the Lord who is made for His glory and for His purpose. And it is my prayer that the Lord will use me to help the children under my care to see that. On the other hand, I also hope that I will be able to inject some humility into some of the students in the best class. They really need it. But first, I will need to learn lessons of humility from the Lord first so that I can model it to the children. I am beginning to find that teaching can be a really rewarding job and I thank God for showing me into this career path. MaRGaReT left her footprint @ 5:40 PM | 0 footprints
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