I rest my head on the pillow without much rest in my heart.
To-do’s swirl around in my mind. Tasks fall heavy on my shoulders.
I silently pray, “Lord, give the grace for me to carry all of this.”
It seems I hear a whisper in response, “Ask instead for the grace to let Me carry you.”
I once saw a child carrying a rock too big, determined to take it home.
Sweat beading, little feet laboring.
Then Daddy came and swooped up His girl. Joy. Giggles. Grace.
She still held the rock but it no longer weighed her down because someone held her.
I fall asleep with a smile…
thoughts as light as love.
I have made you and I will carry you.–God (Isaiah 46:4)
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