A perfect moment for a walk. Not! The wind was brisk, the sun bright, all the conditions were right. Enjoying a visit with my Atlanta grands, our three-year granddaughter and I had the morning to ourselves. Mom and Dad had sold the…
A perfect moment for a walk. Not! The wind was brisk, the sun bright, all the conditions were right. Enjoying a visit with my Atlanta grands, our three-year granddaughter and I had the morning to ourselves. Mom and Dad had sold the covered stroller; she no longer used it anyway. Just an umbrella stroller, but that would be fine. Oh, yeah, and the family dog. A small mid-sized pet, but strong and determined. But, why not get him some exercise, too. Kill three birds with one stone – exercise for me, time with Kelsey, walking the dog. The bonus was: God gave us a beautiful day after horrific storms.
Our daughter’s family lives in a huge subdivision in the Metro Atlanta area. From front door to entrance of the subdivision, it is 1.475 miles. With hills. It’s a hefty workout. Kelsey fell asleep about halfway through the first leg of the walk. I was determined to finish the trek. Even with Tiki fighting me tooth and nail. His retractable leash was broken. I had to creatively configure reeling the long cord in to a point where I could control his distance from the stroller. Kelsey’s head began to bob, and finally slumped so far over she was folded almost in half.
I tipped the stroller on its back two wheels in order to get her in a more comfortable position for her nap. The wind was forceful. The added resistance from the tug-of-war with the dog was causing me to work up a real sweat. In a bent-over position, trying to balance the stroller on its two wheels while battling the ruts in the sectioned sidewalk, my back felt like I was hauling a barrel about halfway through the return home. I was thankful for the brisk breeze, but the sun was still bearing down to add to the gauntlet of obstacles that met with this perfect-moment walk.
I glanced down at Kelsey. She occasionally flinched at the bumps from the sidewalk and the jerk of the leash by the dog. But she was, for the most part at least, unaware of the forces around her. I deflected the blows, shielded her peaceful world, guarded her stillness, and sacrificed for her tranquility, allowing her to rest and regain her strength for the rest of the day.
It suddenly dawned on me: That’s our God! That’s what He does for us. The storms may be raging around us, and yet, when we ask Jesus to take our yoke, we find solace amidst life’s brutal attacks. We have no idea what forces attempt to penetrate the force shield He places around us once we relinquish the burdens. We can rest in the assurance that He watches over us, and He is aware of everything.
You might be praying and asking God to take your burdens, and it still might feel like the world is beating you up. Nothing goes to your favor. If you didn’t have bad luck, you wouldn’t have any at all. You know the routine. We’ve all been there. Have you ever stopped to consider, however, what would be happening if you hadn’t turned it over to God? Once we get in a situation, we may still feel the effects, but the major blows are being deflected. Our Lord is absorbing the attacks in order for us to rest in our stillness.
The question remains: Why do we wait so long take respite in His guardianship? Could be we’re totally unaware of how peaceful it can be because we’ve never totally surrendered the yoke.