   
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~
  I have been busy with a book lately and its 'The City of Joy" by Dominique Lapierre. I am not even halfway through the book yet but it has already moved me to tears on several occasions. But what touched me immensely was chapter 17 which provided an answer to why human suffering was still prevalent on earth.Below is an excerpt of chapter 17 of the book 'The City of Joy". What age might she be? Certainly younger than she looked. Forty at the very most. As if her blindness were not enough, leprosy had reduced her hands to stumps and eaten away her face. The widow of one of the municipality's lesser employees, she had lived in the slum for twenty years. Some sixth sense always alerted her to Kolvaski's (a Polish Catholic priest who lived amongst the slums alongside with the poorest of the poor of Calcutta) arrival. As soon as she sensed him approaching, she would make an attempt to tidy herself. With what was left of her hands she would smooth down her hair; a touching gesture of coquetry amid such utter degradation. Next she would tidy up the area around her, groping to rearrange a tattered cushion for her visitor. "Father, I do so wish the good Lord would come and fetch me at last. Why won't you ask him to?" the woman asked. "If the good Lord keeps you here with us, Grandma, it's because he still needs you here." Kolvaski replied. "Father, if I have to continue suffering, I am ready to do so, " she said. "Above all I'm ready to pray for other people, to help them endure their own suffering." That evening Stephan Kolvaski was to jot down in his diary: "That woman knows that her suffering is not useless and I affirm that God wants to use her suffering to help others endure theirs." A few lines further on he concluded: "That is why my prayer for this poor woman must not be one of sadness. Her suffering is like that of Christ on the Cross; it is constructive and redemptive. It is full of hope. Every time I leave the hover where my sister, the blind leper woman, lives, I come away revitalized. So how can one despair in this slum of Anand Nagar (indian name for City of Joy)? In truth, this place deserves its name, City of Joy." MaRGaReT left her footprint @ 11:15 PM
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