“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
We parked the truck and dispersed the poles, tackle boxes, cooler, and chairs. At eight years old, an afternoon fishing was my equivalent of a day at Carowinds. Dad and I began the long walk to our favorite fishing hole. It wasn’t very long until the cooler that I had eagerly volunteered to carry to prove my manliness started gaining weight or at least it seemed that way. My arms were becoming tired and I was losing my grip, which caused me to stop every few minutes. But something wouldn’t let me tell dad that I was struggling with this 200 lb. cooler. I watched forlornly as he walked effortlessly ahead with fishing poles and tackle box in one hand and lawn chairs in the other. I wanted to tell him I needed help so that I could keep up with him so I called out to him. Dad turned around and came back. He gave me the tackle boxes and fishing poles and took the cooler and lawn chairs. I followed close behind him and shortly we arrived at the pond. “Son, I knew that was too heavy for you when you picked that thing up,” dad said, “But I wanted to see how far you would go before you would ask for help.” I am confident that many of us are carrying far more than we can handle. Our heavenly Father awaits our cry for help so that we can walk together.