   
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~
 Today was the first day of school. The day went well in a sense that those who needed to be disciplined were disciplined, those who were obedient and did their holiday tasks well were praised. The children were by far and large ok and I had no problems with them. I consider this one of my 'good' days. And then, as I was about to leave the staffroom after work, a colleague spoke to me about a student that I had taught last year. He had bone cancer. He had missed school for about 2 mths and today was his first day back in school after that long break. The chemotherapy and operations had made him a shadow of his former self and my colleague said she could hardly recognize him. I couldn't believe what I just heard. That tall, lively, intelligent boy which I had taught last year has bone cancer? He was at times mischevous but added life to the classroom and now he was on the brink of death. I was deeply disturbed and very saddened. I couldn't imagine how his parents were taking it and my heart breaks to think that he has to go through so much as an 8 year old. I was again reminded about what really mattered. I complain that my kids cannot read and they don't learn as much as I would want them to. But at the very least, they are healthy. Though they sometimes irritate and upset me with their actions, I wouldn't be able to take it if any of them were to go through what my former student did. After hearing about my former student, I wept and I thanked God for keeping all the children that I taught, healthy. I thanked Him for showing to me what truly matters. From now on, I am going to do my best and I am going to let them do the best they can. But if they can't do what I expect, I am not going to force..... Let God take over. As long as they are healthy, even if they are disobedient, irritating, don't perform up to expectations..... there is still something to thank God about. MaRGaReT left her footprint @ 9:20 PM
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