It was October 7, 2013 and I would love to be right there again. To feel the breeze, smell the air, hear the rustle of the grass, the mooing of the cows, all the farm sounds that woo my heart every time.

 

You might be wondering why I chose these footprints. Even though the creature was small that made these impression in the mud, the rodent did make a mark. And I’m sure we would be able to follow it’s trail if we chose to. No.  I don’t choose to. But that brings me to my next point. What type of footprint am I leaving? If someone were to follow me, what would they find? Joy? Peace? Frustration? Contempt? Honor? Obedience? Compassion? Forgiveness? Would they be able to find me at all? I hope everyone is able to find me and I want them to see Jesus all over me ❤Image