When I was a little girl, I would sometimes pretend to be asleep, just so my dad would pick up my tired little girl self and carry me to bed. Although not a physically imposing man, he never felt small to me. He was both gentle and strong, and I always felt safe in his arms. He was my daddy, and I knew I could trust him. He would sometimes tell me hard truths, but I also knew that he loved me beyond question. I would snuggle close to him until we reached the bed and he would tuck the blankets tight around me and kiss me on my forehead, a prickly tickle with his moustache. It was ok that I was too tired to keep going alone. I knew my daddy would carry me.
It is even truer of God.
He carries us when we can’t go any farther on our own. He will not leave us halfway, and he is close enough to reach out and touch. He knows exactly how far our trembling steps will take us and waits for us to cling to him.
The Lord your God who goes before you will himself fight for you, just as he did for you in Egypt before your eyes, and in the wilderness, where you have seen how the Lord your God carried you, as a man carries his son, all the way that you went until you came to this place. ~ Deuteronomy 1:30-32
May we learn to rest in the arms that can carry us when all else in our life is swept away.
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