He holds up his dimpled hands, and I bend to hoist him over the bump that is his brother. Sometimes recently, with post-COVID fatigue and an irritated pregnant hip, it’s a struggle to lift myself, let alone a thirty pound toddler. But he buries his face in my shoulder and squeezes his arms right around me, and, though I’m the one bearing all the weight, he lifts me.

It’s this way more often than we expect, isn’t it? The weight seems impossible, our arms too tired, our will too weak — but when we’ve pushed through to obedience or responsibility or sacrifice, we’re buoyed up by the very thing that seemed it would drag us down.

Pure grace, of course. Mark it well.

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. —Matthew 11:28-30

I’m linking up with the Five Minute Friday community using today’s prompt, lift. Follow the button above to read more about it. Also, I spent my five minutes on the first paragraph.

©Stacy Crouch 2021

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