The word tired is grossly overused, and it seems it would be easy to put something down about it. Lo and behold, I am struggling.
Being a responsible single mother from a very young teenager, becoming a very young grandmother before I was 40 years old, being married for over 20 years, dealing with teenagers and now struggling through these young adult years, yes, I am tired. Actually, I posted a meme on my Facebook yesterday that said something like:
“I’m looking for a moisturizer that hides the fact that I’ve been tired since 2010” – I loved this meme in particular since that’s the year my teen daughter became pregnant after prom and we began planning to welcome my grandson. That was also the year we transferred back to Colorado and my life was in a tailspin of uncertainty.
The last seven years have kept me on my toes, and challenged me beyond my personal comprehension. I dream of beautiful beach getaways where I can minimize everything else in life just to maximize the flowing water that refreshes every part of my being. My hope is to wash the tired away.
As much as I love those times of running away, God tells me I do not have to run to rest. He is truly amazing, as He understands the effects of life on his beloved children that He would offer us hope and comfort, strength and peace through the journey:
Matthew 11:28-29 (ESV)
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
When I am tired from the stress of life, the reality that God alone is my happy getaway pushes me beyond my stopping point. When I need rest, I rest in Him in every way I can. When worry and doubt, fear and fatigue trample on my heart and mind, I stand side by side connected by a very personal yoke of trust, and together, we carry on.
Tired is inevitable, it is best to be prepared.