Carried on.....

As a little baby…I was carried…before and after birth.  I hadn’t learned to walk yet.  So my parents, family and friends held and carried me each day.

As a toddler, I crawled and then learned to walk.  Maybe it was a bit wobbly at times but I eventually walked…first holding on and then letting go. 

It wasn’t long until I ran.  It was fun…but a bit more dangerous.  I soon learned to take those turns more cautiously.  But running was fascinating to me…then.

Eventually, I danced.  I learned that music was thrilling and dancing to it was enjoyable.  It was so wonderful to celebrate life with family and friends.

Later, I carried our babies.  First, I carried them inside my body until they could be carried in my arms.  I never grew tired of it.  Holding them close was a way to love them, protect them and communicate with them.

Sometimes I feel like I am a bit more wobbly now.  I still walk…but the wear and tear of middle age life somehow slows us down unexpectedly.  It even seems like a crawl when I am on the floor trying to stand up again. But I am grateful for the ability to move.

Often, I feel that I am running through life much faster than I imagined.  I have learned to be more cautious after a few twists, turns and falls.  But this time, running through life seems to be less enjoyable.  I want this fast pace to slow down.

I still love to dance…somewhat slower than before.  I love to move through life with those I love and celebrate each amazing moment we have together.

Dear God ~ Thank You for carrying me through life.  I know You hold me continually.  Thank You for protecting me when I am merely crawling on this journey.  Thank You for walking beside me no matter what life brings.  Thank You for watching over me when I run…and fall. Thank You for reminding me to slow down and enjoy each breath You give me. And thank You for the hope that when this life is over, I know I can finally run into Your arms…and dance with You for eternity! ♥~thl   

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.  Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day--and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing." (2 Timothy 4: 7>8)