A Little Pick-Me-Up

Every once in a while, I say something clever. 

Now, I frequently bless my family with incredible puns, however only a few make it into the clever category. In my defense, I’m dealing with harsh critics here; tweens and a dad jokester have impeccable humor acumen. 

But, on a spring day, while hiking the Appalachian Trail through a state park, the conversation went something like this:

“Why have you been hiking way back here in the back of the pack?” asked my husband, the dad-jokester. 

“Little Dog has been slowing way down. I had to carry him for a bit,” I answered. 

Perplexed by the elderly furball scampering quickly down the trail several feet in front of me, he responds. “Are you sure? He seems to be doing just fine.”

“Well, yes, now he is. He just needed a little pick-me-up.”

As the words left my mouth, I was already laughing hysterically and beaming with corny pride. 

Not only was it clever, but it was also quite profound, I thought to myself as we continued down the Green Tunnel. That should count for double kudos, at least. 

But all jokes aside, isn’t this exactly what we all need daily as we walk this trail called life? A pick-me-up. And I’m not talking about that midday cup of coffee here. It’s very easy to grow weary on my own. But just like Little Dog, I too am carried (Isaiah 40:11). I am upheld (Isaiah 41:10). My strength is renewed (Isaiah 40:31). I am given rest (Matthew 11:28).

And Isaiah 46:4 proclaims even more good news: “…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.”

He will continue to carry us even when we are old and gray, folks. I am thankful for this. Because as my geriatric pup can attest, getting old is no walk in the park. Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. 

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