He put the cross on His shoulder. He had a long walk ahead. The sun was hot and the road was rough. He tightened His grip because he felt it slipping again.
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son…” John 3:16
He put her on his shoulders for the long walk home. The sun was hot and the road was rough. He caught a glimpse of her bloody knees out of the corner of his eye and he wrapped his arms tight around her little legs. He was determined not to lose her again.
Lifting his face back toward her, he asked, “Who loves you?”
She cradled her scraped hands to her chest and buried her face in his ear.
“You do,” she whispered.
He smiled to himself as the tears stung his eyes. “How do you know?”
She rested her cheek on the top of his head and gave a little yawn, “You told me so.”
Her certainty gave him pride as he found his pace.
“That’s right, little one.” He swallowed hard to get rid of the lump in his throat, “To me, you belong.”
She closed her eyes, letting the rhythm of his walk rock her to sleep. “I am weak,” she said.
He knew she was. She fell hard.
Her weight sank in to him when he replied, “But, I am strong.”