As I was finishing my devotional time this morning, I turned to Isaiah 46:3-4:
“Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have been borne by me from before your birth,carried from the womb; even to your old age I am He, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save.”
These verses brought tears to my eyes. He carries us from womb to tomb. Do you see that? Jesus carried us in those precious unseen moments when we were flipping around inside our mamas, and He is still carrying us now as we are mamas, and He will carry us into gray hairs, older age, and the final precious moments we breathe.
I don’t plan on buying up Footprints merch to hand out to all of my mama friends, but I do wish I could send each one of you a lovely, handwritten note in your mailbox to remind you that it’s okay to be tired. It’s okay to not know how to move forward in your life’s current situation. It’s okay to surrender. Jesus knows the Middle Years, and He promises to carry you through them. He will carry and He will save.
I don’t know what it looks like or feels like to be carried. I get goofy images in my brain of Jesus with an Ergo carrier on, and I am in it asleep, mouth open with drool escaping. Probably not what He is saying here. But I believe His Word is true, and that God is the God Who Carries, and so today I simply pray this: “Jesus, carry me? Show me that You have been all along. And that you will keep carrying me until the two of us cross the finish line together. Amen.”
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This article originally appeared at MiddleMercies.com.
