He Who Walks With Me ... The Holy Spirit

He who walks with me:

When I was a young girl I would hear my mother singing gospel songs early in the mornings along with the smell of bacon, biscuits and eggs. Then when she was about to set the table, she would begin to moan the hymns and the sounds of my family gathering at the table seemed help move the tune along. It was glorious to hear her as she stopped long enought to say; "Here take a seat James you take one biscuit ... and where's your sister?" I would ease into the kitchen and take a seat as she began to moan again. There was a robust deep sound that would resonate from somewhere spiritual within her voice as she sang.

In 1974 my step-father died in a car accident and in 1978 my mother became ill. She stayed in the hospital two months and then she was gone. She was forty-one years old. My siblings and I were devastated. I went to the funeral, holding my four year old baby sister, who had cerebral palsy in one arm and my three year old daughter in the other. My baby brother stood close by holding onto me as tight as he could. He was nine years old. My other siblings were teenagers.

As I left the graveyard I looked to the heavens and I wondered how would I make it without a mother. The answer came one day when I heard a song on the radio that Aretha Franklin was singing called, Precious Memories. That moment I felt the presence of The Holy Spirit and I knew that He was walking with me through all of my trials and tribulations.

I want to say to you today that God is real. Just hold onto your faith and He will reveal himself to you. He is walking beside you today and all that you have to do is believe and call on Him.

Tahiera Monique Brown