“But Jesus took him by the hand, and lifted him up…~ Mk.9:27
Like many preachers of the past and present, my mother had a profound influence upon my life. She was instrumental in my salvation and encouraged me in the ministry. There is hardly a day goes by that, as the old song goes, these “precious memories flood my soul.”
Toward the end of her journey here on earth, at the age of ninety-three, she had to be taken to the hospital (for the first time in her life). Her blood count was critically low, and she received two separate transfusions. After that, though she weighed only eighty pounds, she began to recover a little of her strength.
When my wife and I visited her at the hospital, we were surprised they had gotten her up to begin walking. It was both the cutest, and at the same time, most pitiful sight of her I had ever seen. There she was standing in that long hallway, with floors waxed, holding on to a walker with wheels; and a nurse by her side.
When she saw us, she began walking our way. As she got closer she gained speed and almost flew past us, her feet hardly touching the floor. I don’t think in all my life I ever saw such a smile of accomplishment on her face. Then I noticed, the nurse had tied a towel around her waist which she was holding with her right hand at the small of Mom’s back.
O, precious child of God, do you feel you cannot take another step, that you are too weak to even stand? Then take cheer, my helpless friend! For God’s darling David experienced the same, and his testimony was, “Thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath made me great.”
by an Aged Saint
Thank you. Glad it was a a blessing. And a Happy Thanksgiving to you, also.
Thankyou Brother Sandlin,this message really spoke to me today!Hope you enjoy a very Blessed Thanksgiving and holiday season!!