Writing on mercy and weariness and got choked up by imagining the tenderness of God, who comes close to those crying tired tears—to those who feel like quitting life—and soothes:
"Come here. I will carry you." (Isaiah 46:4, Matthew 11:28)
I'm not sure there are any more beautiful words to hear in moments of weariness. These are the words a mother says to her tired child: "Come here. I will carry you." She bends down and reaches out to lift the weary one up with her arms, and immediately the child takes rest.
Come and be carried—these words are echos of our Father's still small voice: "Come here, child. I will carry you."
Mercy cradles and carries that we might continue on with the breath we've been given to glorify God with our lives. He carries us that we might continue on by the power of his might.
"Come to me, my love. I will carry you."
This. Whether we know it or not, this is what we all long to hear when we've reached the end of ourselves: "Come and be carried." There are everlasting arms ready to receive and carry us on. Oh, they are strong but they are gentle. Surely mighty yet tender are his ever-loving, everlasting arms.
And those arms want to cradle the weary. Mercy says to them, "Come."
"Come here. I will carry you." (Isaiah 46:4, Matthew 11:28)
I'm not sure there are any more beautiful words to hear in moments of weariness. These are the words a mother says to her tired child: "Come here. I will carry you." She bends down and reaches out to lift the weary one up with her arms, and immediately the child takes rest.
Come and be carried—these words are echos of our Father's still small voice: "Come here, child. I will carry you."
Mercy cradles and carries that we might continue on with the breath we've been given to glorify God with our lives. He carries us that we might continue on by the power of his might.
"Come to me, my love. I will carry you."
This. Whether we know it or not, this is what we all long to hear when we've reached the end of ourselves: "Come and be carried." There are everlasting arms ready to receive and carry us on. Oh, they are strong but they are gentle. Surely mighty yet tender are his ever-loving, everlasting arms.
And those arms want to cradle the weary. Mercy says to them, "Come."
