There is nothing like a teething toddler and a long restless night to remind you of your need for a burden bearer. At some point around 2am I was searching frantically for the Tylenol, crashing through the cabinets in the dark without my glasses, looking for something to ease this baby’s pain and help him sleep. Then at 6am I awoke in a panic thinking I had inadvertently given him a tablespoon of the medication rather than a teaspoon. To my relief he was sleeping soundly in his crib and as I checked through the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, was pleased to find a pink stained teaspoon. Alas, his rest was not completely drug induced. Burden Bearer. I placed my weary soul before the Lord and found him once again, constant. As I took a moment to rest in his presence I was reminded that no matter what little mess we find ourselves in, he remains the same. Strong, unchanging, ever-faithful is our God. For those who wait upon him, who hope in him, he renews their strength. They will mount up on wings like eagles, run and not be weary, walk and not faint. Our God is an ever-present help in times of need. He will never leave us nor forsake us. So run to him. Fall in his arms of grace and let him be your burden bearer. There is no need too great nor too small. He is ready. He is able. He is your burden bearer.
Isaiah 40:31, Psalm 46:1, Deuteronomy 31:8