Footprints in the Snow

We got some more snow last night. Getting used to it. This is not our typical winter here in Ontario’s banana belt. But then the weather has been anything but typical everywhere so I guess a little snow should be no surprise.It was another cold day too, but very sunny. And after many days of grey, this is just what we all needed to lift our spirits. There was a definite shift in everyone’s mood today, and it’s either the sun, or the fact that we are half way to the long weekend.

As I looked out the front of our office building down into the park across the street, I noticed that there were footprints meandering around in the fresh snow. It immediately reminded me of the Family Circus comics in the weekend paper when I was younger. Does anyone else remember those? For the most part I hated that comic strip. It was generally not funny, and I didn’t see the point of a comic strip that was not funny. But occasionally they would not print a strip, it was just one big square where one of the little kids would take the most long and drawn out path to get from point A to point B, and the trail of his path was shown with a dotted line. I’m not explaining this very well, but if you remember you know what I mean.

So I was looking at the footsteps, I wondered who made them? Kids? Teens? What were they doing? Having fun? Maybe a snowball fight? Was it a mom and THREE BOYS? Just who made these footsteps? Then I wondered about all the other footsteps these same people make throughout their day, throughout their lives. And then I thought about mine. If I could stand far above and look down at the footsteps I am leaving on this world, if I could follow the path of my own footsteps so clearly laid out, would what I see make sense to me or anyone else?

Then I turned and looked at the snow in the park to the west of our building. What I saw made me smile. I hope when it’s all said and done, many years from now God willing, my footprints on this earth will look something like this.