It's how I feel on this Thursday morning, after another rough night of pain & not nearly enough sleep.
Weary. Hot mess. Crazy pregnant momma. Delirious. Foggy.
All of these would work to describe me myself and I this morning.
All week God has been surrounding me with scriptures that speak on weariness, anxiety, and fear (funny how all three go hand-in-hand).
This morning it was the reminder that no matter how weary I may become, my God will never ever grow weary. Ever. His strength has no end and no limit.
A couple days ago it was the reminder to go to Him with my weariness. I have a tendency to forget to do this, instead wallowing in overwhelm and hopelessness. But He promises REST when we humble ourselves and go to Him. Sometimes "rest" won't look exactly like we want it to (i.e. a full night's sleep) but He is the source of true rest: spiritual rest.
There are all kinds of weariness in this journey of life. Whether we are married, single, working long hours, unemployed, have little ones running around, struggling with infertility, you name it: weariness is real.
Physical weariness from endless pain.
Emotional weariness from any sort of trial & struggle. (Also the amplified emotional weariness when you add raging preggo hormones. Just saying.)
Spiritual weariness, when fighting the attacks against our soul.
Relational weariness during difficult times in marriage, family, etc.
Mental weariness, when the huge decisions are endless and the way is murky & confusing.
Financial weariness, when the medical bills show up in the mailbox every other day and a baby is on the way and the house needs fixing up.
Do any of these words resonate with you? Can you relate?
We all go through these seasons. Sometimes the seasons last longer than others.
But no matter the season, no matter if it's an exhausting week or an exhausting decade, our God remains the same.
His mercy never grows weary and it is new every morning.
He does not weary of showing His faithfulness, for it is great.
Our heavy burdens are never tiresome to Him. He tells us to come.
So amidst extreme weariness of many kinds, my soul can find rest at the foot of the Cross, in the arms of my Savior, and on the chest of my Heavenly Father.