It's funny... for years I didn't realize that the sound of footsteps are distinct. The way we walk incorporates our natural stride, old physical injuries, and even our current emotional state. A few years ago my Dad had a stroke and something happened... the sound of his footsteps changed... I was up late as usual and I heard footsteps I didn't know walking around my house. It was a terrifying sound. That may have been the first time I consciously realized that I knew the steps of my family and that they were safe. It didn't take me long to learn the new sound of my Father's footsteps because I heard them multiple times every day.
So much in my life has changed in the last few years and sometimes I feel lost... like it's midnight... and I'm in the woods... and its a new moon... and I can't even see my nose... but then I remember Psalm 145:18 "The Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth." so I call out to the Lord of my salvation and He draws near to me... and I begin to hear the familiar sound of His footsteps as He walks ahead of me through the darkness, guiding me to a place of peace and refuge.
So much in my life has changed in the last few years and sometimes I feel lost... like it's midnight... and I'm in the woods... and its a new moon... and I can't even see my nose... but then I remember Psalm 145:18 "The Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth." so I call out to the Lord of my salvation and He draws near to me... and I begin to hear the familiar sound of His footsteps as He walks ahead of me through the darkness, guiding me to a place of peace and refuge.
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