“…The trip was uneventful and a number of hours later we were rounding Point Loma and into the calm waters of the San Diego Bay. If nothing else, the boat was brimming with Whimsy. Whimsy was the gleam in our eyes; whimsy swelled the sails; whimsy swelled our hearts. That’s the way whimsy works. It’s a renewable, infinite resource that multiplies.
You’ve heard, or maybe read for yourself, the story of the footsteps before…
You know, the one that begins with two sets and ends with one because Jesus is now carrying the person in need of strong, heavenly arms?
Yeah, that one.
Well, Sheldon said something in a prayer he prayed over us the other night that really stuck out to me and I’ve yet to be able to shake its’ unexpected parallel. He simply asked something specific of our great God that was spoken with a hint of humour and even slightly tongue in cheek. But really… it’s made me think about the depth of such a request.
“Father, let us depend on you like never before. If you could just carry us… no, give us a piggyback ride…“
A piggyback ride?
I remember that as I glanced up at this glorious man I’ve been chosen to spend life with, I grinned. First of all, he’s cute and saying something like that in the midst of prayer really reminded me of a child talking to his daddy, so strong and so capable, but there was more of a reason then even that.
Sheldon was asking God to not only carry our burdens, our baggage, our weight… but to do so as a loving father would his child with cut feet from stepping on sharp shells, or a lover to his girl to create a bond between them that was slightly whimsical, and maybe still a base to a flyer, cheering loudly while believing her partner won’t let her down.
Or maybe a best friend, just because it’s fun and that’s what best friends do… they give piggyback rides and laugh the whole time.
The cool thing about God giving us a piggyback ride of sorts, is that he won’t ever let us slip down his back or feel insecure with a misstep or two. He is solid, secure, and gentle with us as we ride this life out, gripping his shoulders with our fingers or squeezing his neck with our arms wrapped around Him desperately, depending on Him to take us where He wants us to go. For our good. Don’t forget that part. And He could take us anywhere. Anywhere in the world. Or He could have us love as He would, right where we are as He keeps us trusting Him here in this place. It’s worth a grin.
I’m so grateful for my Papa’s strength when I am weak and when I think I’m strong. I need Him to give me a piggyback ride either way. I don’t want to walk on my legs in my favored direction… He’s got me. I trust Him. Let’s go.
“Let the beloved of the Lord rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the Lord loves rests between his shoulders.” -Deuteronomy 33:12
Where does your dependency on God stand right now, this very minute? Are you holding His hand through trials… wiggling around uneasily while He hoists you up and over his back? Are you riding gleefully, in full acknowledgment that he’s got you and won’t let you down, even if He decides to run? Leave a comment below if you have something to share.