Carrying the Load

It still amazes me that God uses common, everyday events in my life to remind me of His presence.

We'd had a stack of diapers sitting at the bottom of the stairs. As we headed up this afternoon for a nap, G decided to carry them all by himself. For every few steps he climbed, he dropped a diaper. I followed behind him, scooping up the diapers he dropped.

God reminded me then...how often I insist on carrying the load all by myself. I am positive I can carry it all without any help. Then I began dropping things. First maybe just one thing. Then more and more until I'm leaving a trail of mistakes behind me.

How grateful I am that God follows me, picking up the things I have dropped. Often He even takes over the whole load for me when I realize it's too much for me to handle. I love that He is always there for me, even when I have ignored His initial offer for help.

Lord, thank you for always carrying my load. And Father, help me to remember to ask You for help before I even attempt to pick the load up in the first place!