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There are days when I am beyond tired.
I’m not just sleepy. I don’t need a nap.
My spirit is sagging. I am worn down and run ragged.
The race is long and the finish line is no where in sight.
I’m about to give up… or give in.
I am soul weary.
My weariness drives me to the only One who can give me the rest that I yearn for.
The One whose words are true.
The One who walks with me…and on days when I am too weary to walk on my own,
Psalm 91:1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. —– My shelter.
Isaiah 40:31 But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. — My renewal.
John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. — My peace.
This month we are talking about rest over at Faith Barista. Click on the Faith Barista Jam graphic on my right sidebar to find out more.
- My Sunday Thoughts (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- Sheltering Love (breathedeeply.org)
- A Spirituality Of Weariness (nearwestclevepastor.wordpress.com)
- God and Coffee (awarmcupofcomfort.wordpress.com)
- Come To Me, All You Who Are Weary and Burdened (itakeoffthemask.com)
- When We Become Weary (laurenjordin.wordpress.com)
- A song about weariness (hopeworksrecoveryjournal.wordpress.com)
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I am having a massive brain drain today. I didn’t get much sleep last night and have been busy at church, all day. What happened to the times when I could stay up late at night and actually function the next day? Long gone, let me tell you.
Currently, I am not able to put two coherent sentences together, and yet here I sit on my bed just typing away! I’ve written a couple of sentences and had about 50 typos. I went back and read what I had typed and thought to myself, “What is this? A foreign language?” So, in case I miss any of my typos please overlook them. It’s difficult to type when one’s eyes are beginning to cross and focusing becomes near impossible.
So, here in Ohio we are to be getting a big snow/ice/sleet storm this Tuesday and Wednesday. I’ve been keeping track of it, considering I am a weather geek and all. This means only one thing.
I MUST GO TO THE GROCERY STORE. I needed to go anyway but have been sort of putting it off. Now, faced with a HUMONGOUS winter storm and possible stir craziness from being stuck inside for days at a time, I MUST go shopping tomorrow. Me and everyone else on God‘s green earth. I hate shopping anyway…much less when every Tom, Dick, and Harry is out buying bread and milk. That has always cracked me up. People hear a storm is coming and run to get milk, bread and eggs. If one is stuck inside, how much can be made with milk, bread, and eggs? I on the other hand get REAL survival food. Hot chocolate mix, baking goods, and pizza. I mean come on, that is so much better if you’ve got nothing better to do than sit around and look outside the window at the blizzard. By the way, if the electricity goes out, one can still eat chips and salsa by candlelight. Just sayin’.