In a strange way, I envied her. I myself felt far from at rest, worn out from a summer semester that had begun as soon as the spring semester had ended, stressed about a new part-time job I'd taken on for the rest of the summer, tired of dealing with the sin and struggles that have seemed my constant companions these past few years. I was tired, and I needed a rest far deeper than any cup of coffee or quiet afternoon could provide.
A few minutes later, I opened up my Bible to the place I'd left off the day before and found myself reading the following verse: "See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God" (I John 3:1a). I thought again of the little girl and her father, and a deep urge stirred inside of me to be carried, to be held, to stop trying so hard and to simply let my Father carry me safely through the heat while I rest.