By Lucille U. Freeman

Footprints in the sand…why were there only one set of footprints in some of the roughest
times of my life. That’s when I carried you.

When my Mom died, when my sister died… I needed to be carried. I’m sure there
were only one set of footprints. I had paused, stopped fully functioning. Was at a crawl
pace instead of walking. Forget running.

God has many ways of carrying you… through the kindness of family members, friends
and even strangers.

I was carried as I went through divorce. The lady at the gas company, after I tearfully
explained why I couldn’t pay the gas bill and needed a warm house for my three children
and I, looked up from the computer and around the office before looking me in the face
and actually seeing me the first time. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” she explained.”
“We’re going to put the bill in your estranged husband’s name and start you fresh, with a
zero balance. Also, I’m going to call a lady I know, Lee Witte and tell her about you and
your situation, she gives pro bono legal services. She will help you.”

They have few, if any, brick and mortar gas (utility offices), but this stranger, whose
name I never knew kept her word. In a couple of weeks, Att. Lee Witte called and said
she wanted to help me and she did. She provided free legal services to my children and
me for several years. (three or four)

Family members brought over food; neighbors watched out for my latch-key children,
sisters bought winter coats for my children. I was being carried.

Where are God’s hands and feet? They are the hands and feet of friends, family and
sometimes even strangers. I was being carried.