She was 82 years old and started out every morning praying, “I am helpless except in you, O Lord.”
Conception P. Manfil lived in a discarded wooden crate someone brought her from a freight train. She had bought property in Kingman, Arizona, sight unseen and moved there when she retired. When she arrived—she found she had bought an empty lot two miles from town. No water. No electricity. No neighbors.
For twenty years, Conception lived in her crate in the desert. Her only visitors were the prairie dogs that came in through her screen door. She shared her food with them.
Every day, Conception walked two miles to the nearest store to get water and carry it back to her house. Then arthritis hit. It was painful to walk and she hobbled—but she kept walking. Her Social Security checks were just a bit over $100 a month. She couldn’t afford transportation.
Every day, Conception prayed, “I am helpless except in you, O Lord.”
One day a salesman from the local newspaper stopped by. “I love your paper,” she told him. “I get it once a month when I have enough money left over from my Social Security at the end of the month to buy it at the store—but I can’t afford a subscription.”
He left. He came back. He asked if he could take some pictures. “I don’t have any money for pictures,” she said.
“It won’t cost you anything,” he said.
An amazing thing happened. A well driller stopped by and drilled a well. An electrician came and installed an electrical connection and lights. People showed up at Conception’s door with groceries, a refrigerator, clothes, a stove, dishes—and more gifts than Conception’s small crate could hold. Then a house builder arrived.
God had sent help to the 82-year-old woman who was helpless except in Him.
Coronavirus or not, God can do the same for us. We are all helpless except in the Lord Who made heaven and earth.