Carried.

I drive to student teaching each morning, each morning I'm far too tired to pay a whole lot of attention to the world around me, but each morning I see this father carry his son down the stairs of their front porch to place him in a wheel chair already at the sidewalk. Some nights, when I am driving back to school at the right time, I see the same father pick his child up out of the wheel chair to carry him up the steps to the house. It touches my heart every time I witness this daily routine. 

I am sure the family would love a ramp, because this child is at least a middle school student, so he's not the lightest of fellows to be carried each day. The current living situation is clearly not the best. 

Today, as I was driving, it was sprinkling rain and cold and the father was moving the wheelchair out onto the sidewalk so he could go to the house to fetch his boy. As I was driving, a message became vivid to me. God simply said, "I am the father and you are the child, I carry you each day". I began to tear up as this reality hit me. I am not in the ideal situation, God would love me to be with Him right now in the perfect world that He created, but I can't be. So instead, He lovingly carries me through the inconvenience of a sinful world each day. It doesn't matter if it is sunny or if He needs an umbrella to shield me from the rain. 

He carries me. He carries you. Each day.