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I'm Tired

I don’t want to whine and complain. I don’t want to sound ungrateful for the rest I do get, because this statement of “I’m tired” is not really about my physical body being tired. While it is tired on occasion because I stay up too late and get up too early, this tiredness that I am feeling goes deeper, into the depths of my soul. So maybe I should say “my soul is tired”

My soul tired of holding on.
My soul is tired of constantly rearranging my life so that it works for others.
My soul is tired of hearing that God has abandoned us.
My soul is tired of seeing pain in the lives of those I love.
My soul is tired of continually searching for a way to rest.

Because I am aware that my soul is tired I am also aware that I am the only one who can find the rest I need for myself (physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually). So

While my soul is tired of holding on- I seek to find healthy ways to let go. And while my soul is tired of rearranging my life- I work toward compromise when possible so that my life my function alongside other in healthy and balanced ways. When my soul gets tired of the negative news that “God is not here” and the pain and suffering in the lives of those I love is too much to handle- I surround myself with undoubted evidence that God is here and always has been and I return again to the understanding that God is here as a comforter, our Redeemer, a support. Most importantly when my soul is tired from searching for ways to rest- I have learned that rest is as easy as turning off technology, lighting a candle, and sitting in the silence.


Friends if your soul is tired too-take time to let it rest. Take time to let your whole-self be still. 
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