I knew that I had to walk to the local shop today, to send a parcel to my Mum. I’d got her a couple of things that I hope will help her because of her arthritis. Yes, my poor darling Mum suffers with it, too. Has done for years.
So anyway, all I did was to pack up the two items in a box. Then put the box in a bag! Picked up my shoulder bag and walked out the door.
But I didn’t have my wheelchair to hold on to. Nor my walker; nor a stick. And I just walked up the pathway, onto the road; along the pavement, on towards my destination.
I walked at my old speed when I was well, and that’s fast. It makes me puff for air! I got to the shop, did what I had to do, then walked back home, still at the same speed, feeling warmed and refreshed.
There was no special prayer for protection. I just walked, and I do not know how. All I do know is that the Lord is merciful.
I walked, Lord! I walked.