We picked the perfect beach day! Sunshine, blue skies, slight breeze, and only one parking spot left just for me. I pulled in, we climbed out and started grabbing beach gear.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and hoisted the cooler from the trunk. Oh dear! Much heavier than I thought it’d be. But we needed all those water bottles on this hot afternoon, so I gripped the handle and lifted. I can do this! And we started walking towards the sand.
Half of our group had arrived before us and we spotted them down the beach a ways. I set the cooler down to switch hands before heading towards them.
In just a few steps I was lagging behind—that cooler was so heavy! And the loose sand slowed my progress. I don’t know if I’m going to make it. My shoulders ached, my arm stretched beyond its length as I struggled to keep a grip on the cooler handle. This is too heavy!
I set it down again and switched hands, sweat dripping from my face. More trudging steps, another hand switch.
I glanced up and saw my nephew walking towards us—muscled hero in sleeveless tee. He smiled in greeting as he passed the others and continued towards me. As he neared, he held out his hand for the cooler. “Want me get that for you?”
And he lifted that impossible weight like it was nothing.
I adjusted my shoulder bag, brushed strands of hair from my eyes and felt the cool ocean breeze on my face. And I chatted beside him as we stepped through the soft sand together. He took the heavy and left me with light, and that made all the difference!
That was last summer. I think about that story on mornings when anxiety weighs heavy on my shoulders, when the concern of today is too much. And I glance up to see Jesus, like a muscled hero, reaching his hand out, “Want me get that for you?”
Be anxious for nothing, but…let your requests be made known to God.
Come to me…and I will give you rest.