Today’s Reading: Deuteronomy 1
29 Then I said to you, “Don’t be terrified. Don’t be afraid of them. 30 Yahweh your God, who goes before you, he will fight for you, according to all that he did for you in Egypt before your eyes, 31 and in the wilderness where you have seen how that Yahweh your God carried you, as a man carries his son, in all the way that you went, until you came to this place.”
Just as I carried all of our three sons, I now carry our fifteen-month-old granddaughter.
She’s a handful.
She doesn’t want to be held for long. She wants to squirm, fidget, and run.
I feel and understand her spirit. We want to run. As I begin this new journey this morning, I want to run. I want to fly. I want to sprint.
This passage this morning talks about God carrying us, as a man carries his son, in all the way that we go.
I think of another time with our oldest son. He’s 30 now in a doctorate program with a wife and child of his own. The time I tell about, he was 18.
He was passing out at random moments. Standing and talking with friends. Standing in line. Competing in sports. Driving his car.
He had a rare heart condition.
One night he called me.
“Dad, I need you to come get me,” he said.
I was on my way.
He couldn’t move. Was afraid he was going to pass out again while driving.
I picked him up. He is a big boy now and he was a big boy then. Fireman’s carry was the only way to go.
Got him home. Carried him in.
He got better but that’s a story for another day.
The point is, we really need to learn how to be carried by God.
This morning I feel like the 15-month-old granddaughter. I want to run. I want to fly.
But that’s not what this journey is about. It’s about faith. It’s about belief.
It’s also about focus and discipline.
I must be focused–prayerfully focused–on the end goal. I must be disciplined to do the things I know I must do along the way.
But I must also be focused and disciplined in areas of faith and belief. I CANNOT ACCOMPLISH THIS JOURNEY IN MY OWN POWER.
I must let God carry me. When I want to run. When I want to fly.
Because I know there will be many, many times during this journey when I will need to call on him.
“Dad, I can’t move. I need you to carry me.”
Father God, as we go through this wilderness together, in the beginning and all the way to the end, may I allow you to carry me. This journey simply will not happen without you. Along the way, teach me to do and to act when it’s time to do and to act. And when the doing and acting are done, may I carry my worn and battered body back to the Father so you can carry me a little farther down this road we’re on.
How does God carry you?