One day I looked in the mirror and I was old, or at least the person looking back at me was old. However, I was still the little girl that ran in the wind playing all day. I would watch the clouds while I waited for my Dad to come home from work on summer days. I could clearly see the person looking back at me in the mirror, she was unhappy, hurting, and lonely. It felt as though there was a “bridge” between me and that person in the mirror and I wondered if I could just leave that mirror and become me again. Not in appearance, but in my heart, could I become her again? The pain God has led me through was not given to that little girl looking into the mirror, but the one looking back, she knew pain, loneliness, and fear. If I could jump into that mirror and become the innocent, protected little girl, would I? No. The person looking into that mirror knows she can survive anything with God’s helping hand, she knows by experience “Footprints In The Sand.” She has been carried by Jesus. That experience is not to be given up, but shared with others that are hurting and need to know that God will carry you. I don’t know why I wrote this.