Some times, as God’s children, we cannot walk alongside Him. (see previous post) I think of toddlers. They get tired. They need rest. Naps. In those moments, the best medicine for the weary child is to be held. Carried. Bags and all.
That was me last night. I could no longer walk, grab a hand or carry my load. I was wounded and exhausted.
I’m learning to no longer run to man for my rescue. I cannot. When I am hurting and in need of comfort, I must go to my Perfect Love, my Father God. When I do, He willingly tends to my needs. Just me and Him. In His arms, I am freed to rest, whine, cry, drink, sleep, just be still, listen to his songs, whatever. Cuddling in His lap calms my heart. I receive His truth, love and grace. After time and attention and some rest, I can crawl out and walk again. Renewed. Restored.
Last night I had a past wound reopened again. I felt raw. This caught me by surprise. Who knew I had been carrying hidden baggage? My God did. And he had an answer for me. I cried as I journaled, listening to my MP3. Then I noticed something.
Three things. All saying the same thing.
God came near and wanted to carry me.
(Hannah added this picture on my phone a few days ago. She added the tagline just the night before!!! God’s love amazes me.)
Wow, I needed this reminder that it’s okay to quit walking and rest in His arms.
This moment lead me to look up in my Bible the word “carry” and found this definition: To lift and move a burden; to transport. I read every verse that referenced this word from my concordance. Here’s one of the many verses that touched my heart.
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 desert. 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,” Deuteronomy 1:30-31(NIV).
Thank You, Lord, for the tender and personal ways You speak to my heart and wounds. Thank you for carrying me to this place of restoration with You. I feel like I can walk again. But maybe a little slower today!
very sweet. very true. sometimes, I just expect my hubby to be God- he’s so sweet, and his hugs are like those of Jesus sometimes- but, not even my hubby can give or fill that need I know can only come fron the TRUE lover of my soul. My hubby is a gift from ‘Him’ but ‘He’ alone is my first source (I’m learning :O)
I added a new song at my blog.
(sort of snatched it from Beth, another blogger.) wonder if you’d find it just as sweet and comforting as I did.
Hugs, Deanna
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3) Aren’t you glad that He does. All we have to do is come to Him with our hurts and our pain and allow the Great Physician to heal.
Blessings – Lisa
Wow, an amazing visual. I love it when the Lord does this for me. And this post today is couldn't have come more timely. God is more than awesome. I wish I knew a word to use that describes & sums HIM up. I do not know any. I just know He's the BEST!
What a great reminder my friend! I am so glad He carries us. I am also glad that He met you where you needed Him last night. You have such a precious spirit my friend. I love coming to visit. I always leave refreshed.
Glad I spotted your blog eslewhere and stoppd by. Seems we are walking parallel paths.
There are no coincidences with God, only beautifully God appointed “Aaha!” moments. I blessed by your sharing your moment with us.
Love you my friend.
Tiffany, I have been there so often lately and if it weren’t for sweet reminders like this–I doubt I could have gotten back up. I am so grateful he carries us through our tought times. Thank you!
Not only slowly, but holding His hand.
May God take those hurts (mine included) and heal us to help another in their own hurts.
Lovingly,
Yolanda
Tiffany, I so relate to what you wrote. Only God can fill that void and I admire your obedience to his call to come away and just listen for the moment. You are a true warrior in Jesus and he loves you sooooo much.
Jim and I just finished 1 Peter together. It was all about suffering for the Lord. A good suffering, normal, I might add. It is okay for us to suffer, doesn’t mean we have been bad or done something wrong. Pray for the wound giver, it will make you even stronger. I know it is hard. I am praying for you as always precious friend.
Father, I lift Tiffany up to you and ask that you would bless and encourage her that you are indeed seeing everything and please pour healing salve of your making upon her wound. Heal her and restore her soul Father as she sits beneath your hand of love. Teach her many things. I pray for all of us that we would learn how to depend solely on you for our happiness so that we can give it to others.
Thank you Lord….in the Name of Jesus Christ. Amen
Precious Friend,
I’m sorry that an old wound was reopened but I am so thankful that our LORD is always there and when we can’t walk along side of Him or when we feel like we can barely keep up it’s ok because He scoops us up into His strong arms and carries us while we receive His strength.
How great is our GOD and all the many ways He shows His love to us.
I love you.
This is so true. We try to be so strong and full of God that we feel we can make it through. Sometimes that leads to pride and we end up trying to do it on our own.
Old wounds hurt. I often need to be carried. I’m so glad you recognized the need and allowed our Daddy to carry you.
Hugs my friend.
I loved this, and the sweet song playing in the background.
He truly has carried you…. and I have loved watching it all.
Love you friend,