“Daddy, carry me!” When we first moved to Florida, my youngest had a hard time keeping up. The amusement parks always sent him running for the arms of his father.
I can relate to tried legs. As the youngest of four, I spent my childhood playing catch up. Running after the big kids, I would wonder when I would be “big enough.” A small child in a land of giants. The feelings of my childhood still come back to haunt me. Now, my land of giants is a mountain of laundry, a child with special needs, homeschooling, keeping up with the neighbors, marriage, bills…. I feel small and look around for someone to carry me.
In the book of Deuteronomy, the Israelites find themselves in a scary place. “Where can we go? Our brothers have made our hearts melt in fear. They say, ‘The people are stronger and taller than we are; the cities are large, with walls up to the sky.'” (Deut. 1:28)
God’s response: “The Lord your God, who is going before you, will fight for you, as he did for you in Egypt, before your very eyes, and in the wilderness. There you saw how the Lord your God carried you, as a father carries his son, all the way you went until you reached this place.” (Deut. 1:30-31)
“His legs aren’t tired, he just wants to be held,” my husband whispers.
“He’s so big.” I reply, “You are going to hurt your back.”
“I want to hold him as long as possible,” is the father’s loving reply.
In a land of giants, God wants to hold me as long as possible. It doesn’t matter if my legs are tired or if I just want to be held. I can run to him and cry out, “Daddy, carry me!”