As we get old, our horizons shrink. We stop driving, we may not get to keep living in the same house because we can no longer care for it, and the list goes on and on. It can be a very scary process without God. Even though I know God is with me, sometimes I still feel weak and embarrassed to have to ask for a ride.
But in the two years or so that I haven’t been able to drive, I have coped thanks to a great deal of help from a few of my friends. God has obviously given them generous hearts, and they will help me even when it means they lose time they could have used for themselves. One takes me to the barber shop and waits patiently while I get my haircut. One waits at the church door to take me home. He also takes me to our small group on Sunday nights. Another takes me to my eye doctor’s appointments. Another always calls to see if I would like to go to lunch at our senior center when he goes. God uses these good Christian men to be my drivers as well as my friends. How could I be more blessed than I am?
“Namaste, greetings, and good morning. My name is Sabita, and I am a regular reader of Mathillo Kotha, the Nepali edition of The Upper Room. I have been reading the devotional for two-three years, and it has helped me very much to grow in my faith. It has also helped my family to gather in one place and to fellowship.” Give to the International Editions of The Upper Room, and make a global impact.