My five-year old son has a problem with his legs. At least he says he does. He seems to have an allergic reaction to shopping and malls in general. The moment we walk in, his legs stop working and he asks to be carried by one of us. Sometimes he literally collapses in the aisle until we pick him up! When he wants to be held, he’ll look up at me and ask, “Shouldees or holdees?” That’s his way of saying he wants to either ride on my shoulders or be carried in my arms. I get it. Sometimes I envy kids in strollers too.

Thankfully, our Heavenly Father understands our weaknesses as well. In the Old Testament book of Deuteronomy, as Israel stands on the border of the Promised Land, Moses reviews the previous few decades of their wilderness wanderings…

“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.”

‭‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭1:31‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Sometimes I carry my son because he’s lazy; other times it’s because he’s weak or tired. God does the same for us, but we have to ask. I don’t normally stoop down and pick up my son unless he asks. I wonder how many of us miss out on God carrying us “as a man carries his son” because we don’t ask. God is there as our loving, compassionate Father, ready to carry us. 

I can only carry my son for so long before his dead weight wears me out, but we serve the God who never sleeps or slumbers and never gets weary. So whether it’s shouldees or holdees, laziness or weakness, ask Him to carry you. He will gladly oblige, even if you need to be carried for a few decades of wilderness wandering.