He Will Carry You
For quite awhile I’ve felt like an outmatched boxer just one punch away from being knocked out cold. One moment I feel I can beat this battle the next my head is spinning. If I was sizing things up based on odds alone I would been thrown in the towel. However, I must admit I’ve been holding that towel in my hand for longer than I care to admit.
Who wouldn’t feel this way humanly speaking if after two years of nonstop recovery sweat you still feel as bad as before? In fact, you’re even more tired and medicated. You’re even more convinced than before this will take a miracle. It wasn’t until weeks ago that I ever uttered the words “God, I just don’t want to live if this remains my condition the rest of my life.”
Now, it’s usually at those moments I either contact my paid counselor or my mom who is always waiting on standby. Through into that mix that my wife should be certified by now as a registered nurse and home therapist. God knows if it weren’t for many people in my corner I would have long ago collapsed.
I’m really starting to believe in that “Footprints” poem. Maybe it’s not just some cute words intended to make us feel better. Maybe it’s just stating the obvious for us all that often we can’t even walk without God holding our hand. Maybe not only have we never walked alone, but most of the time the Lord was carrying us through the sadness, madness, suffering, and outmatched adversity. Thank you Jesus for carrying me!
“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”