I work for a nonprofit that provides helpers for adults with developmental disabilities. I cannot share any personal details of the ladies I work with, but something happened yesterday that really blessed me.
Out of the three ladies that I work with, I work with one the most – the other two are in day programs during the majority of my weekly shifts. Let’s call the woman that I work with the most Mary.
Mary has had a very hard life. Despite the difficulties she has faced, she loves God with all of her heart. She reads her Bible every day, and when she wants to talk to God, she talks out loud.
There are times during my shift that it is my job to spend time with her. Mostly we watch Gunsmoke together on TV Land, but we also put a Gaither playlist together on my Spotify account because that is the kind of music she loves. (I’m not crazy about country gospel, but I’m crazy about Mary, so it’s well worth the sacrifice.)
The other day I had had a particularly good devotional time, and I felt prompted to share some of the Scriptures I read with Mary. After reading each one, we talked about what it meant, and I could tell that Mary was really enjoying it. At one point we talked about the Holy Spirit (even though the Holy Spirit was not specifically mentioned in the Scriptures I was reading to her). Mary told me that she is so grateful for the Holy Spirit because He is always with her and keeps her company. As I continued to read from the Bible, Mary began to kiss the air. She had a look of such joy on her face as she did so. I asked her if she was kissing the Holy Spirit and she said yes. She said that no one can see Him but He never leaves her alone.
Today we had other things that needed done that prevented us from reading the Bible together, but multiple times I observed her giving kisses to the Holy Spirit. This is what it means to have a child-like faith. This woman is strong, wise, and smart despite the struggles of her past, and in spite of all these things – good and bad – she loves God and trusts in Him like a child trusts.
She has told me before that there is a reason that God has allowed her to go through what she has. She doesn’t know what the reason is, but that doesn’t matter to her. All that matters is that she trusts God.
God, give me a faith like Mary’s.