Do you carry your god, or does your God carry you?

A “through the Bible” devotion from Isaiah 46.

“Listen to me, O house of Jacob,
    all the remnant of the house of Israel,
who have been borne by me from before your birth,
    carried from the womb;
even to your old age I am he,
    and to gray hairs I will carry you.
I have made, and I will bear;
    I will carry and will save. (Isaiah 46:3-4)

Those who lavish gold from the purse,
    and weigh out silver in the scales,
hire a goldsmith, and he makes it into a god;
    then they fall down and worship!
They lift it to their shoulders, they carry it,
    they set it in its place, and it stands there;
    it cannot move from its place. (Isaiah 46:6-7)

I find this justaposition of ideas fascinating. On the one hand, you have the one true God of Israel, who promises to carry his people just as he always has.

On the other hand, a metalworker fashions a god someone carries around from place to place.

Which kind of god would you rather have?

What’s your daily carry look like?

A phone, for sure. (That’s kind of a god right there, isn’t it?) Keys. A water bottle. Wallet. My dad always carried a handkerchief and a pocket knife. Most women have a purse full of essentials. A briefcase or a backpack? All the stuff that gets us through the day.

God’s daily carry is you. And me. He carries our burdens, anxiety, sin, and us through this life and into the next.