Footprints

Both literal and figurative- I suppose I'm in a contemplative mood today. At work today, I was looking at the footprints I made climbing the shelves (instead of using the ladder like we're supposed to), and I started thinking about what kind of footprints I leave in life. When Harmony jokingly says she's a heathen and I say there's hope for everyone, does she just dismiss my ramblings, or does she maybe think that here's someone who's a little wacky, true, but has something that truly sustains her and maybe it isn't so wacky? When Heather says she admires me for being a rarity and waiting until marriage, does she understand why I choose to be that way? Does my silly and occasionally annoying personality hide my desire to be a woman of Christ?

I learned a long time ago not to care what people thought of me, both because I'm happy with who I am, and because I know the gospel offends. But when I say I don't care what people think at me, laugh at me if it makes you happy, I want them to understand why I have that attitude. Because if I didn't I'd spend a lot of time being upset because someone told me, "You suck, Bible thumper," or "Wow, you're loud Nettie, don't you ever shut up?" (No). I guess my point is, I've learned to go through life being who I am, most of the time anyway. And hope I can maybe influence some people along the way. I may be young, but I think I have the right idea here, yes?