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Just a  warning.

If  you should see me in town using a walking cane, don’t think I’m nearing the end. God is not finished with me yet. Because of an equilibrium problem, when I walk, I behave as if I have had one too many nips from the jug. It’s been going on for a couple of years, so I finally went to Wal-Mart and bought me a shiny blue cane. 

Am I embarrassed? Not at all. Why? Because I keep thinking about the advantages of using the cane when I walk. First it gives me stability and security so I don’t fear falling, and that gives me confidence to get out and do more. 

For many years I have taken my regular walks with a walking stick. It’s a very special stick because it was a gift from our late son, Wayne Somoskey. He found it somewhere in the woods, and, since it looked like a cane, he brought it to us to use. It’s getting quite worn out, and I’m thinking about retiring it before it falls completely apart and has to be trashed. 

Now that I think about it, my walking sticks remind me of my Bible.  It is my spiritual walking cane. For sixty-three years the promises and instructions it contains have given me stability so I don’t fear falling, the confidence to reach out to the world, and the security of a home in heaven.

When I first decided to buy my cane I was reminded of that old Porter Wagoner song, “Hand me down my walking cane.” And Lord, soon I’ll be leaving on the Midnight Train.

Even if I must retire my old cane due to wear and tear, one thing for sure, I’ll never retire my Bible, because the Words never get worn out. Then you will walk safely in your way, and your foot will not stumble. For the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being caught.  Proverbs 3:23 & 26

My prayer for every Christian is that they never retire God’s Word. –Rebecca Somoskey


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Written on Tuesday, 07 September 2010 13:39 by Rebecca Somoskey

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