A Living Blessing

A Living Blessing: 

The Light of Christ in Olivia Health 

By Breana Pope

Her name was Olivia Health, but to all who knew her, she was simply called A Living Blessing. From the very beginning, it seemed the Lord Himself had formed her with holy care, stitching kindness and compassion into every part of her soul. Born in the spring of 1903, Olivia wasn’t just a child—she was an answered prayer, a living testimony to the faithfulness of God.

Mr. and Mrs. Health had longed for a child for many years...  They trusted the Lord, holding to His promises, believing in His power. 

The Lord had remembered them.

From her very first breath, Olivia brought light and peace, like a candle lit straight from heaven. But even the purest joys on earth are touched by sorrow. When Olivia was only three, her mother, Kathrine Health, fell sick with a strange and sudden fever. No physician could heal her, and within days, she was gone. But before she passed, she told her daughter, “Jesus is with thee, always. Never forget.”

Mr. Health, though brokenhearted, raised Olivia with courage and faith. He read the Bible aloud each evening, taught her to pray when fears came, and reminded her always that her hope was in Christ alone.

Allow me to pause—I am Amanda Frankford, and I have the honor of telling this story. I first met Olivia in 1919, when she was sixteen. I had just arrived in town, and before I heard of the mayor or the schoolmaster, I heard of a young girl who rose before dawn to bake bread—not for herself, but for the poor.

Each morning, Olivia would knead dough by the flickering light of an oil lamp, humming hymns softly. Once the bread cooled, she wrapped each loaf in cloth, prayed over them, and delivered them to the widow on Fifth Street, the sickly boy by the river, and others whom only God had placed on her heart.

She never wanted praise. “It’s not my name I wish them to remember,” she once said to me, “but His.”

She spent her afternoons in the old schoolhouse, which also served as our little church. There she tutored younger children in reading, numbers, and truth from God’s Word. She often began lessons with the Psalms and reminded each child that they were , “...fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14b, KJV). 

Behind the church, she planted a garden—beans, carrots, squash—all freely given. She said she thought often of the parable of the sower. “We sow more than seeds in the ground,” she said. “We sow love. We sow faith.”

When not teaching or baking, she visited the elderly and forgotten. She’d read from the Scriptures, sung softly, and sat quietly listening.

Over the years, Olivia’s quiet deeds became known beyond the town—not because she sought it, but because “a city that is set on an hill cannot be hid” (Matthew 5:14, KJV).

The last time I saw her was in the bitter winter of 1931. The snow was thick, the wind sharp, but there she was—walking door to door, arms filled with warm loaves and a heart full of love.

Today, I sit by the same window in that same town, and I see children running past the old church-schoolhouse. But more than that, I see those that were taught by her grown up living a blessing as well.

 I see young girls with baskets of bread. I see boys sowing seeds in the garden. I see teens reading from worn Bibles beside the elderly.

They are not merely kind—they are Christlike. And that, dear reader, is what Olivia taught us.

She didn’t just bless us—she discipled us. She taught us how to live for Jesus by living like Jesus.

Her life was guided by the holy words:

“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven” (Matthew 5:16, KJV).

Though she still walks among us, the love of Christ she carried now flows through many hearts and hands.

The light she bore was never hers alone.

It was His.

She simply let it shine.

She lit the town on fire for God.

And many of us carry that flame.