This Sunday a friend who I love broke down in tears in the hallway at church. Why? After searching for a reason, what it really came down to was that she was tired. Bone weary tired. And haven’t we all been there as parents? I couldn’t help but think back on this post I wrote two years ago and let the words of truth and encouragement wash over me. Are you tired? There’s a Jesus for that!
I looked across at her worn weary face.
“You okay?” I asked.
She looked up. It seemed as if she were searching for a moment to come up with the “right” answer until she finally landed on, “You know, I think I’m just tired. I really think that’s all.”
I have been there, both with the being tired and the searching for an answer. It seems at times as Christians we have to have some reason for why we are acting the way we are. Often our theology tells us there is a root cause or a need for healing that is leading to our tired eyes, our weary glances, our terse outbursts and our spiritual apathy.
But, sometimes… sometimes I think we are just pure and simple tired.
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