Lamp Unto Her Feet
Kenzie Murrah is graduating mid-year with her early childhood degree. Her parents expect her to join the family chiropractic business, but Kenzie’s unsure of what she wants. Her Nana Nita always said that God’s Word would guide Kenzie. She doubts it…until the highlighted verses begin to follow her life much too closely.
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Kenzie Murrah refused to move from the open casket holding her grandmother.
“Come on, Kenzie. Don’t make a scene,” her mother whispered coarsely while tugging at her elbow.
“Far be it from me to embarrass you, Mother.” She jerked free from her mother’s hand and whisked into the funeral home’s lobby, pausing only to rub the cover of the well-worn Bible her Nana Nita insisted Kenzie have.
She opened to the first page where Nana inscribed in it a few days ago, while Kenzie visited her in the hospital.
“Kenzie, my precious one, this book will be a lamp unto your feet. When the darkness closes in, it will illuminate the way. Promise me you will read it every day.”
“But Nana Nita, I like when we read it together. You always helped me to understand what it says and what it means to me.”
“Precious one, you will need to do this on your own now.” Nana patted Kenzie’s hand.
Kenzie was pretty sure she understood what Nana Nita was saying, but she didn’t want to accept the fact that Nana was leaving for good. Now that Kenzie was almost finished with college, there were so many other important decisions to be made.
Her parents had their own ideas about the path Kenzie should follow for her life. Their way focused on money and status. Nana Nita explained that God’s plans were the best ones to follow and He didn’t concern Himself with money or status. Now with Nana gone, Kenzie was on her own to decipher God’s will. Nana taught her to pray and read the Bible for instruction and guidance, but Nana had always been there to explain and pray with her. Would she mess up? Might she miss God’s plan and take the wrong path? A haze settled around her heart and mind, threatening to drain any confidence or faith she contained.
Arriving back at her small apartment, she plopped onto her bed with a heavy sigh. She lay on her stomach, propping up on her elbows.
Nana Nita’s Bible lay in front of her, and she stared at it. “OK, Nana, I hope you’re right about the Bible illuminating me.”
She opened the front cover. Nana Nita had glued a small square of paper with two short typed paragraphs entitled, The Word of God.