You Never Walk Alone

I use to teach at Oaks Rest Home and I remember an elderly woman who was completely bed ridden, but she was able to use her arms. Her name was Mrs. Christian. I don't remember her first name, because I would always call her Mrs. Christian out of respect and because I loved her name - Christian.

Mrs. Christian was married to a wealthy lawyer before being placed in the rest home. She had no children and had been in search of her only living relative, a niece for a very long time. Mrs. Christian took me as her spiritual daughter and we spent a lot of time together.

Mrs. Christian was filled with the Holy Spirit and although she was bed ridden, she had found several ways to minister to those around her. She set up a call ministry where she would call people, share the word of God and witness to those in need. She would crochet crosses and given them away as a ministry and she contributed articles to the rest home's weekly newsletter.

I remember whenever I would complain about my aches and pains to the Lord and ask Him why me, why have you deserted me, I would be immediately reminded of Mrs. Christian. It were as though the Holy Spirit was saying to me, "Why not you? Aren't you ashamed?"

In one of Mrs. Christian's contributions to the newsletter, she wrote the following and shared it with me.

Written by: Mrs. Christian
As taught by the Holy Spirit

YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

"You never walk alone my son though you may think you do for in sorrow and despair God always walks with you. There is no hour, no passing day He is not by your side. And though unseen He is still is there to be your friend and guide. When ever you think you walk alone reach out and you find the hand of God to show the way to bring you piece of mind."

NO LONGER
As quick as a prayer can bring Him, He answered my calling aid and doors that were locked sling open and I am no longer afraid. No evil has power to touch me as long as I am His own and placing my feet in his foot steps I find I'm no longer a lone.

He shows me the wisdom of patience. Consoles when the going is rough. And pleasures that use to entice me are strangely no longer enough. With him I find a completeness fulfilling my dearest hope. He lends me his shoulder to lean on when I can no longer cope.

The joy that surrounds His presence enriches me greater than gold. His gentle hands lift the burden that I can no longer hold. He dresses the wounds of my spirit inflicted at such a cost. He reaches for me through the darkness and I am no longer lost.

For I am the captive He ransomed the reason for which He came and touched by his infinite mercy my heart is no longer the same. Born without any possessions, what do I care when these be gone for I belong to the Master and I am no longer my own.