My name is Ruth Crowell Shevock and I think I am blogging.  What is a blog?  I have no clue.  Why start one at my age?  I really don't know.  Will anyone ever see this?  I am not sure. I am a 69 year old mother of 7, grandmother of 18, and great grandmother of 4 so far.  I believe that age is not a factor when trying something new.  I love my faith, family, to write, musicals and bingo.   My blog will have some of my writings but hopefully also be spiritual and maybe even some weight loss information. 

Taken from a poem I wrote a lot of years ago No Footprints by Ruth Crowell Shevock, my favorite saying is "When you see no footprints in the sand, remember God is still there holding your hand."   That is how I try to live my life.  Of course, I don't always succeed because let's face it, we all have our up and down days.  I thought I would share this poem on my first block since I think it defines me as a writer.

No Footprints

          by Ruth Crowell Shevock

I've listened to the "footprints" poem a million times or more

Of how when only one sets shows upon the sandy shore

It is the Lord carrying us and taking on our load

which is why only one set of footprints in the sand showed

but what if when we look there are no footprints to be found

all we see is plain and simple sand upon the ground

no imprints showing that our Lord is carrying us through life

Helping us when we feel we cannot handle all this strife

Where is my Lord now I've fallend and can't get back up

so tired and lonely trying to deal with my overflowing cup

Where are those footprints in the sand to tell me He's right there

Helping me with problems showing me that He really does care

Does He have favorites, Oh No, please tell me that's not so

But why does life seem easier for some people that I know

Sometimes I just scream out loud although it seems in vain

And often it gets harder each day to deal with all this pain

And then it dawned on me as I realized how simple it could be

I wonder why I was so blind that I honestly could not see

It must have been a lightning bolt that finally gave me light

Cause of of the clear blue sky, I finally regained my sight

I saw a fluffy white cloud shaped like an angel dear

That when I saw no footprints and so often wondered why

My Lord carried me on angel's wings, when He decided to fly

Until next time Angelhuggz from me to you.

Ruthie