My Lord’s Carrying Me

My Lord’s Carrying Me

By Abi F. May

Last year my husband and I looked into getting a summerhouse for our garden. In England, a summerhouse is usually a small wooden cabin or shed with glass doors and windows— just enough protection to be able to sit out in the garden on the many days when the weather is neither sunny, nor warm, nor dry. After shopping around, we decided to accept a local company’s offer to study our garden and advise us.

The representative who visited us was a pleasant, unassuming man who introduced himself as Richard. After he had completed his survey, we sat together in the living room, examining the brochure and discussing prices. It was then that I explained the reason for this purchase: we had recently lost our daughter and wanted a quiet place to sit and meditate, surrounded by peace and nature.

Richard had seen her pictures and the sympathy cards covering the dining table. He asked if I was a believer, and when I said yes, he offered to pray for me. I gladly accepted.

I will be your God throughout your lifetime—until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.
—Isaiah 46:4 NLT

In his prayer, Richard referred to the well-known story “Footprints,” in which life is depicted as a journey over sand dunes. Most of the time there are two sets of footprints, side by side, but occasionally there is only one. The second set of footprints represents Jesus walking beside us. When there is only one set, it is Jesus’, not ours. Those are the times when the going is so difficult that He carries us.

This reminder of God’s intimate concern and care in our darkest hours brought me tremendous comfort. The fabric of my life had been ripped apart by this tragedy, and for a long while I wasn’t able to keep up my habitual spiritual routines. In fact, I could barely speak with Jesus during those agonizing early months of bereavement; my grief wasn’t something I could put into words. When I didn’t know if I could take another step, He carried me.

I can’t say that I have always felt myself being carried, but when I look around, I see the signs—like His sending a stranger to pray for me.

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1 Comment

  1. November 3, 2015, 8:56 pm   /  Reply

    Thank you, so much I’m going threw a, very hard time in my life right now..MY love one, has been in the hospital now for 30 days, I’m, praying she’s not giving up, but…I see it everyday, getting weaker, and saying she is soo tried, I have to be strong!! But, it’s tearing me up inside… MY, FAITH IN GOD, AND IN PRAY ..SHE, loves GOD, and to talk about him. BUT, FROM day ONE, IN the hospital, she will not even mention his name..PLEASE, keep me in ur prayers,
    GOD BLESS, LYNETTE Vecera

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