After my son was born, I gradually lost my ability to walk.

It began with struggling to get up in the morning. I’d roll to my side and struggle to push myself up. Once standing, I could only shuffle.

I had no strength to lift my legs, not even high enough to take a step. I leaned on a cane to get around the house. When I walked my girls to school, it was a turtle creep. I clung to the baby’s stroller in agony. At 35, I was feeling 110. I needed saving!

In tears one morning I prayed, “I can’t sit. I can’t stand. I can barely walk.”

Suddenly my brother-in-law came to mind. Within the hour, he showed up with his father, a massage table and an incredible knowledge of bones and muscles. While my son slept, his father-in-law worked strength back into my weak muscles.

I learned a little late that properly fitting shoes can save your back, especially when it’s weak after childbirth. Praise God, I gained my health back. He sent the right people, the right knowledge, the right things to save me.

What a blessing it is to be saved! Like the countless God-lovers throughout Scripture, God is in the profession of saving, all the time, all day long.