Unless you've been living under a rock for the last thirty years or so, you're probably familiar with the piece, "Footprints in the Sand," written by a then-teenaged Mary Stevenson in the 1930s.
I have one observation and one confession to make...both of which relate to "Footprints...."
Every time I read it, I want it to say "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints is when YOU left ME. That's why those were the most trying periods of your life."
If it had been written about my life, it probably would have gone more like this:
Truth is...I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in this, right?