Carried

I have no idea who this man is, but when I saw him today with his little girl, it spoke to my heart. Actually, I noticed his little girl first. She was obviously tired — her head nuzzled against his wide chest, her tiny arm grasping his. She had no worries about anything. She just settled into her daddy’s arms.

The contrast was evident. His strength, her vulnerability. His protectiveness, her trust. His magnitude, her smallness.

He carried her ever so carefully down the beach so as not to disturb her impending slumber. She had nothing to fear. Her trust was complete. She was safe.

I saw myself in the arms of God where I am safe. Grasping onto Him, sometimes for dear life. Trusting that He will carry me when my feet or my strength fail. Or when I just need to be small.

I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you. Isaiah 46:4