With no wind or rain on the moon, the footprints from a human walking on the moon remain.
With nothing following behind, the landscape remains as it was, as it is, and as it will be.
God’s words spoke every single thing into being, and as he commands, they will never cease to remain.
With nothing more powerful than God, his impact of love remains as it was, as it is, and as it will be.
With wind and rain on the earth, the footprints from humans last for only a moment.
An argument ensues, a storm brews, or a death puts an expiration date on a life, and something becomes nothing. Life is no longer as it was.
Crying, sobbing, shaking, and riddled with pain still doesn’t bring the footprints back.
Did I even make a difference? Was there a purpose behind all that I gave of myself?
Or did I just give myself away, only to be rejected yet again?
If I had lived on the moon instead of the earth, would I have left footprints behind that people would say mattered?
But it matters not, because the earth is my lot, and in this place nothing lasts for longer than a moment, or so it seems.
With a world of temporary pleasures, temporary joys, temporary comfort, and temporary friends, not a single thing stays.
Not a single thing stays? That’s a lie, my spirit says.
The word of God was spoken, and it stayed. His breath created me, and I remain. The love he put in my heart is still there.
My heart is broken, but his love is most definitely still there. It burns inside me so hot that it hurts.
It no longer dances freely, but instead it whispers painful cries of, “Don’t forget what love is.”
Love is the residue left in each one of us from the moment God breathed us into existence.
Love is the footprints of a human walking, not on the moon, but into someone else’s heart.
No matter what follows behind, the landscape of my heart remains as it was, as it is, and as it will be.
The residue of his love, like footprints on my heart, that not even tears can wash away.