Sojourn

Tuesday, January 3, 2012


“Living with Lewis was like having one’s own private tutor . . . the whole of my time there he built up my confidence in myself and in my ability to think . . . I left the Kilns with deeper and more understanding, and with a belief that I was of value.” Jill Flewett Freud, in the “Canadian C.S. Lewis Journal.”

Ms. Flewett was a displaced child in Britain during WWII. At the age of 8 and occasionally thereafter, I was farmed out to relatives during my mother’s illness. Unlike Ms. Flewett, I was not encouraged or mentored. My sojourn left me tentative and contemplative. But I learned that “my help cometh from the Lord.”

Psalm 121
A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from?

2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber;

4 indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The LORD watches over you— the LORD is your shade at your right hand;

6 the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.

7 The LORD will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life;

8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.