What a privilege, to carry

“What a privilege to carry.”💖

I said it out loud this morning as I carried my son in my arms and down the stairs. He’s getting bigger, but he still fits, and for now I can still carry him

So I noted the privilege that it is. To carry him

And the next words came out of my mind and spirit faster than I could reckon to know or understand
They’re from an old hymn.

What a privilege to carry ..EVERYTHING TO GOD IN PRAYER.

Friends,
I know that it’s heavy.
So heavy sometimes.
Being a parent, caring for your home, your finances, your family, all of it.

It is heavy.
But you don’t have to carry it alone.

The one place we can carry it?
Even when we barely feel we can hang on and the loads and lives have gotten bigger and heavier.

The one place we can carry it that is both the shortest distance and to the greatest affect?

It’s to heaven. It’s at the feet of Jesus.

It’s before OUR Father who sees, who knows and who loves so fiercely.
For the Holy Spirit who is present, and who longs just to help.

So don’t forget. You are not alone.
You are not alone.

You are HIS kid.
And your kids? They are His, too.

All that concerns you, and all that concerns them, He cares about too.

Bring them one more carry than you think you possibly can.
But not on your own shoulders.
Carry them to His loving, gentle hands.

He’s willing to carry us all.
We just have to remember, and to ask.
🫶🏻❤️