In low country South Carolina where I grew up, thunder storms happened often.
The thunder clapped and rolled and shook the house. The lightening flashes lit up the sky.
And all too often the electricity went out, pitching us into a darkness only broken by the lightening. As a small child, I was terrified.
If the electricity stayed off very long, my parents would light kerosene lamps. My mother would hold me on her lap, cradling me close to her heart.
And she would sing, “God Will Take Care of You. “ After each time of singing, she told me to always remember that no matter what storms would come in life, God would take care of me.
Storms came again and again in my life. I grew beyond my mother’s lap. But always in the midst of the turmoil, I could hear her singing to me in my spirit.
Then came a tremendous storm. My parents were in a car accident. My mother lay seriously ill in a hospital bed in what would be her final days on earth. I did not know what to do.
Then God told me, “Sing. You know what to sing.” So I did. In a faltering, tear filled voice, I began to sing, “God will take care of you.”
In the middle of that song, my weak voice was joined by the strong voice of faith from the bed. As weak as my mother’s outer body was, her inner spirit was stronger.
She sang every verse and then grabbed my hand. She said, “God will take care of you. Don’t forget it.”
My mother was promoted to the heavenly choir in 1997. Many storms have come and gone since then. I am currently in a storm now. But I still hear her voice clear and strong, “God will take care of you. Don’t forget it.”
I am your God and will take care of you until you are old and your hair is gray. I made you and will care for you; I will give you help and rescue you.
Here is the link to a beautiful rendition of the song.