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The Soldier Who Carried Her

From the gates of suffering to the arms of dignity

📖 “Even to your old age, I am He, and even to gray hairs I will carry you! I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you.”

Isaiah 46:4

When the gates of Mauthausen concentration camp were opened in 1945, thousands stumbled into the light, broken by starvation and cruelty. Among them was a young woman, barefoot and frail, who collapsed in the dirt as her body surrendered to exhaustion.

 

An American lieutenant stooped down, lifted her gently, and whispered words she never forgot: “You don’t walk anymore — we’ll carry you now.”

 

For her, liberation was not only the breaking of barbed wire, but the rediscovery of worth. In the arms of another human being, she realised she mattered. In her diary she later wrote: “I thought I was weightless, like I didn’t exist. That day, someone held me as if I mattered.”

 

Her story speaks to all of us. There are moments when our strength runs out, when the weight of grief, fear, or suffering brings us to our knees. Yet the heart of the Gospel is this: when we cannot walk, God Himself carries us.

 

📖 “Even to your old age, I am He, and even to gray hairs I will carry you! I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you.” — Isaiah 46:4 (NKJV)

 

In His arms, we are not forgotten, not invisible, not nothing. We are beloved, worth carrying.

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Reflection:

  • Where have you felt too weak to walk on your own? 🤔

  • Can you see the fingerprints of God in the people or moments that carried you through? 🤔

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Life Application:

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Affirmation:

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Creative Prompt:

On a blank page, draw two gates: one side in shadows, the other flooded with light. Sketch a small figure on the inside and a strong arm reaching out from beyond the gate. Then journal about a time when you were carried — by God, by another’s love, or even by the strength you didn’t know you had.

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Closing Prayer:

Lord, thank You for carrying me when my strength has failed. Thank You for reminding me that I am not forgotten, not invisible, but beloved. Lift me when I fall, hold me when I cannot walk, and teach me to see others as You do — worth carrying, worth loving, worth saving. Amen.

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