Concrete

I was chatting to Becky the other day, about God carrying you through bad times, but also you needing Him just as much in the good times. Then I had this awesome picture... imagine you’re walking along the road bare foot and then you get to a bit where there’s wet concrete. That’d be so nasty to walk through, but get this, God’s come along and He’s swept you off you feet and He’s carried you through that concrete, so instead of it getting stuck to your feet, it’s got stuck to His.
It reminded both me and Becky of the footprints poem, but we both decided that this was much more personal to us. How cool is that though?!