Good LORD I’m tired. I mean this both in the “good grief” and the “Lord, help me” sense.
I trudge through life, fighting depression every day (but I’ve been doing better lately, thank You, Jesus).
I push myself through the chronic pain (which isn’t QUITE as bad since my “partial healing” in March, 2017, thank You, Jesus).
But it’s a LONG road, man. I’m tired. Freaking exhausted, actually. Weary.
It’s not just me; I hear the same types of sentiments throughout all religions, ages and races. This world, in my opinion, is slowly ending. We’re nearing the finish line, and the air is getting THICK with both anticipation and agony.
With anguish and anxiousness.
What’s next? When will the whole thing come crashing down? I don’t pretend to know.
All I do know is that God is light; in Him there is no darkness (1 John 1:5). Thus, I shall press further into Christ, feeling more and more of His light chase away my shadows. This gives me hope.
I know He loves me, and His Son left earth to go prepare a place for me (John 14:3). I know if I hang on to Jesus just a LITTLE longer, He’ll catch me as I fall, and carry me to Heaven in His everlasting arms. This gives me hope.
YES, I’m tired, but thankfully, God never grows weary:
“Have you never heard?
Have you never understood?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of all the earth.
He never grows weak or weary.
No one can measure the depths of His understanding.
He gives power to the weak
and strength to the powerless.”
(Isaiah 40:28-29, emphasis mine)
YES, I feel like giving up some days, but somehow, God offers me a smidgeon of relief, sometimes just enough to get me through the day. This gives me hope.
I shouldn’t be surprised, since He promised me this:
“But those who trust in the Lord
will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint.”
(Isaiah 40:31, emphasis mine)
We’re tired, Jesus. But, that being said, and despite some feeling all alone in this world, we’re NOT. You not only see us, but cherish us with a love we can never understand. We’re exhausted, so right now I offer a prayer for the weary.
“Lord, grant us the relief and strength You PROMISED in Your Word. Holy Spirit, breathe laughter into our bones, rest for our weary souls. Give us enough muscle to make it through today, and then tomorrow, we shall ask the same. In Your blessed, lovely and eternal name….Amen.”
I know you’re tired, brother, but you can’t quit. I know you’re hurt and lonely, sister, but you can’t give up. Not today. I’m prayin’ for ya, and I love ya.
Blessings. Talk to you soon.
“For I have given rest to the weary and joy to the sorrowing.” (Jeremiah 31:25)
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