Footprints

Have you ever read the poem "Footprints"? It is about a person talking to God at the end of his life looking back. The end always gives me shivers: "That, my son, is where I carried you." So amazing.
I am not God (obviously), and I do not have his strength. As much as I try to carry another's weight, I falter. As much as I want to take his pain, I can't. As much as I try to make things better, it doesn't work. I am not God, but sometimes I wish I had just a tiny bit of his power so that I could take the hurt away. I am not asking for much, am I?