I like to, for the lack of a better word, “run.”  In truth it’s not much of a run.  It almost looks like I’m mimicking the Baywatch opening credits-slow motion and a whole lot more jiggling. 

Most of the time I’m the runner that is getting passed, but the other day I actually passed someone.  To be fair to the other person I passed, he was pushing a stroller that was loaded with rain gear, diapers, wipes, snacks, a few toys and many more things I couldn’t make out, but I definitely also saw a little boy in the stroller as well.

It was near the end of the run so while I was stretching near my car, I saw the dad who I passed with his little boy in stroller get in their car that was parked next to mine.  The difference between the dad and his son was like night and day.  The dad just rand the twelve mile loop that ended with this big hill, and he was sweaty, out-breath, and was ready to collapse.  His son was wide-eyed, fresh, and ready to go again.  Of course, his son didn’t do any of the work, and his dad did all of the work by carrying him the whole way.

The scene reminded me of a passage from Deuteronomy 1 that reads, “Then I said to you, ‘Do not be in dread or afraid of them.  The Lord your God who goes before you will himself fight for you, just as he did for you in Egypt before your eyes,  and in the wilderness, where you have seen how the Lord your God carried you, as a man carries his son, all the way that you went until you came to this place.” (verses 29-32, ESV).

I see so many people every day that are of breath, out of strength, and not sure of they keep going, and every time I tell them that they don’t have to do it alone.  We all have a Father in Heaven that wants to carry them up whatever hill they have in front of them.  His arms are open and waiting to carry us to greater heights that only He can take us to!   It is my prayer and heart’s desire that we might all jump in them this day!