THEY SAID IT
Lizbeth prowled the halls of the nursing home on her walker. Up and down, back and forth. She’d stop here and there, quietly peer into rooms, and then continue on.
Lizbeth looked exhausted most of the time - maybe because she was always moving. While making her rounds, she’d suddenly head for a chair and plop down, breathing heavily.
Once I plopped down next to her.
“Lizbeth, can I ask you a question?” I began.
“Sure (huff) you (puff) can,” she gasped.
“What are you doing walking up and down these halls all day?” I asked.
“Well (huff), I just (puff) want to (huff) make sure (puff) everyone (huff) is doing OK (puff, wheeze),” she replied.
“That’s nice of you,” I replied.
“I try (huff). I’m praying (puff) all the (huff) time (puff). Same prayer (huff) over and over (puff). ‘ Give me strength (huff). Give us strength (puff, wheeze),’” she said.
And here I was thinking she was being nosy, spying on people. Shame on me.
Strength. We need it. Badly. In great abundance. All the time. Every day.
In the Old Testament, the prophet Isaiah says, “Those who wait upon the Lord will gain new strength.” Every day we face new obstacles. New challenges require new strength. The Lord has that in abundance. He is strength.
Lizbeth had trouble breathing, but no difficulty praying. She was seeking and receiving new strength each day.
“Lizbeth, I need strength. Would you pray that for me too?” I asked.
“You (huff) bet (puff, wheeze).”