Day 17

“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 46:4

There are days when your soul feels heavy. Not from some specific catastrophe—but from life. The slow erosion of strength. The pressure to keep it together. The weariness of waiting, fighting, praying.

You reach a point where you quietly say, “I don’t have it in me anymore.”

That’s where this verse hits. Not like a rebuke. Like a rescue.

God doesn’t say, “Try harder.” He says, “I will carry you.”

He doesn’t say, “I carried you once.” He says, “I will carry you still.”

We often forget how many moments God has already carried us—how many private breakdowns, late-night fears, and heart-crushing mornings He’s walked through with us. And He didn’t just walk beside us. He lifted us. He sustained us.

Grace doesn’t just forgive. It holds tight and never lets go!

You don’t outgrow your need to be carried.

You don’t graduate from dependence.

You don’t have to act stronger than you are.

The same God who made you says, “I will carry you.” And when the ache is deep and the future unclear, that’s not just comforting—it’s everything.

Fanny Crosby

Fanny Crosby lost her sight as a baby. Most saw her disability as a curse. But she didn’t. She called it a gift.

She went on to write over 8,000 hymns—songs of hope, strength, and surrender.

Once, someone asked her if she ever regretted being blind. Her response? “If perfect earthly sight were offered me tomorrow, I would not accept it. I might not have had the same good vision of my God.”

She knew what it meant to be carried. Not just through life’s surface level hardships, but through the unseen battles of the soul.

Her most famous line?

“Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine.”

You don’t write that from a place of comfort. You write that from the arms of a God who never lets go.

And What About You?

You may not feel strong. You may not have clarity. But you have this promise:

He made you.

He knows you.

And He’s not going to drop you.

So breathe. Rest. Let the weight of your soul settle into His hands.

Pray, “Lord, carry me today—not because I’ve earned it, but because You promised You would.”

You’re not weak for needing Him.

You’re just wise enough to stop pretending you don’t.