Carried

It was the week, some years ago, that I vacationed at Disney World with my husband, daughter and son-in-law, and his parents and brother. We had spent most days at one of the Disney parks: Magic Kingdom, Epcot, Animal Kingdom, etc. It was fun and fabulous. Magical, even!

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Late every evening, on the shuttle home, I saw something precious. After the heat and excitement of wonderful Walt Disney World, tired children were carried in their fathers’ arms, most of the cherubs sleeping and completely oblivious to their surroundings. Some of them seemed cuddled and comfortable; others were simply splayed out (no other way to describe it) arms and legs hanging loose, completely supported by nothing but Daddy’s strength.

Not one father looked wearied by his precious burden. Actually, they looked happy. It could have been that they were happy to be leaving the park after all day, but it seemed to me they were just happy.

It made me wonder if when God says, “Be still and know that I am God,” He’s really saying, “Let me carry you now. Just rest.” 

We’re told to walk by faith, and sometimes even to fight the good fight of faith. Even in the midst of the walk and the fight, there’s a rest that comes from knowing He’s with us and in us, and He is our strength and victory.

And sometimes, because we’re human, when we’ve fought the good fight and feel too tired to even walk, He will carry us.

“…and underneath are the everlasting arms” (Deuteronomy 33:27).