One day I was walking alone. I had trotted 30 kilometers from a commercial center to my native village in the Mayombe forest in the Congo, because the road was not good for lorries. As it was getting dark, I felt dominated by fear.
At that time I was fearful, but I saw that I was on a lovely road in the forest and I said the entire 91st Psalm in the Bible. I didn’t care about the darkness of the forest because God was with me. During my walk, the lines of Mary Baker Eddy’s poem, “Mother’s Evening Prayer,” were especially meaningful to me:
O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling’s faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.
