Being Carried

I wish I could remember being carried.  I am sure it was amazing.  You get to see and hear everything everyone else is, without any of the work.  My twins are at the tail end of being carried.  I will miss carrying them way more than they like being carried.  I think they'd rather walk, but that would prove to be crazy.  So, we carry them.  Because they'd rather walk, I have had to carry them like logs under my arms through many a school crosswalks in the morning....as if my shrunken zip-up sweater & ugly sweat bottoms with my nightgown tucked strategically tucked in doesn't garner enough attention/curiosity.  Those are the moments I wish they'd find the joy being carried.  'Why is it so hard?'  I have often wondered to myself.  Soak in the view, yield to authority, trust where I am taking you, don't kick and scream and draw attention to yourself, be limber and not stiff, lean in not out-cling onto Me. 

 I wonder how often God has wondered if I was capable of that?  My child, relax.  I've got you.  Don't be so resistant to me picking you up or so difficult to hold.  I've got great things I want you to see and experience and I will do the work of carrying you through.  Soak in the view, yield to my authority, trust where I am taking you, don't kick and scream and draw attention to yourself, be limber and not stiff-cling onto me, I've got you.

I could go in all different directions with this thought: spiritual maturity (moving from milk to solid food), works vs grace-based righteousness, but truly I think Christ desires to keep it simple for me on this one.  I love how often Christ in his dealing with people, kept it simple:  "Do you wish to get well?" to the man at Bethesda.  "Do you believe in the Son of God?" to the blind man.  To the Samaritan woman, :If you knew the gift of God, who it is who says to you, 'Give Me a drink,' you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water." 
Once you were born into the family of Christ one of your birthrights is to be carried by the King. Even though you know how to walk, there is something special and powerful,
strong and vulnerable in being carried.
The one who can weave those together is the One
whose arms were born to bear our weight.