My husband enjoyed carrying our kids on his shoulders. These glaciers in Alaska would certainly have been too slippery for our son, even though he could walk at the time. Being carried meant no fear of falling on the ice. He could relax and enjoy the ride in total security. He was even shielded from some of the cold weather by the warmth of Randy’s body. That touch and support meant warmth and security for our son.
Our verse for today was a blessing given by Moses to the tribe of Benjamin. This tribe came from the youngest son and was the smallest of the twelve. Perhaps, because of its smallness and vulnerability, God called them “beloved.” Being small, they would need to find their security in Him. They would need His protection.
Those that are chosen and set apart by God are His beloved today. We are dearly loved and kept for Jesus Christ according to Jude 1:1. I am small and insignificant, needing His protection. As a small child loved by his Father, I too need to be carried. Sometimes, there are too many pitfalls in my way. Fear of the unknown ahead can be paralyzing. Or many times, like the child whose legs are too short, I get weary. He is so good to repeatedly pick me up and carry me. In His love He does not reproach or chide.
My Father responds to child-like faith on my part. He does not ignore those up-stretched arms. He hoists me up on His strong broad shoulders and carries me through the difficult times.
Thank you, Lord, that I am Your beloved.
(Look familiar? This is a summer re-post due to ministry schedule.)