At home today my 3 year old and I went to walk down our stairs. That is, until he decided that it would be easier, more fun and less effort on his part, if I carried him down the stairs instead. So the request “Mummy carry” was made. And willingly I did. An otherwise inconsequential trip down the stairs became a shared moment between us as we giggled and whispered on the way down (plus I received a bonus cuddle!) My son made the request and I was willing to oblige.
Jesus said to us “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28), yet so often I find myself determined to do life in my own strength and stubbornly often with a lot of luggage. You’d think I’d know better – having travelled frequently and often with more luggage than I can handle I have learnt a trick or two. I don’t even attempt to do it in my own strength! I have caught a cab from my hotel merely to take me round the corner to the Train Station. I have been escorted in JFK International Airport by my own personal porter with a large trolley for all my luggage (he did offer! I think he thought there were a lot more people with me given the quantity of luggage!) But when it comes to life to the problems that weigh me down I’m less quick to ask God to carry them.
This offer of help is seen in the Psalms – “Give your burdens to the LORD, and He will take care of you. He will not permit the godly to slip and fall.” (Psalm 55:22). And it is seen again in 1 Peter – “Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.”(1 Peter 5:7).
It was not a problem or a burden to carry my son down the stairs (he’s still little!), it was a joy. It’s the same for God, He’s not thrown by what we need help with, He wants to help.
My son I’ve decided is a wise boy, while I myself, need to be a bit more wiser!