Here’s a little reminder that everyone gets tired.
Everyone gets unbalanced.
Maybe you’ll be touched deeply and start crying when you hear a rapper slinging rhymes, which is really weird, but I did that.
Maybe you’ll just feel a heaviness in your heart that you can’t pinpoint. A slow burning ache, like the weight of the broken world is pushing in and perched on your sternum.
Maybe you’ll see relationships so broken and confusing and full of turmoil that you’ll start to disconnect.
Maybe you’ll snap at your kids, or get angry at a stranger whose story you can’t possibily know.
And grace will leak away from you and your ideals will be shelved, and you’ll wonder if you’re really a person who still believes in goodness anymore.
Here’s a word for you…and for me….
It hurts to be alive.
There are mysteries we want to know but can’t unravel.
You. Will. Get. Tired.
In this sorrow we are not alone, because we are the same.
(If you’d like to share your worry today or your burden, please do. In the comment section or using the contact me tab. I’ll pray for you, and maybe you can pray for me.)
