“All who are weary and heavy laden, come to me and I will give you rest.” Jesus
Does it need to start like this? Seriously?
I woke with Alex’s arm under my neck and a knot big enough to be a third eye on the back of my head. Makes sense why I, the pain cyclops, might beg the question doesn’t it? I struggled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Bags big enough to take out our trash layer the skin beneath my eyes. Nice. The perfect look for customer service. Life had been wearing me down like crazy… one of the last things I wanted to do was smile for someone when I didn’t mean it.
Buuuut, that was the name of the game. So, let’s practice. One, two, three…
I flash a lopsided smile at the mirror then reach over to grab my hair brush. I need to start raking it through my poofy, tangled hair so I can find a solution for the mess sooner than later. My elbow smacks into the cupboard instead.
“Yep, nope.” I wrap my hand around the bone and grit my teeth. It takes everything in me to not sink to the bathroom floor and bury my head in my knees.
I have to be at work in half an hour, not enough time for time with Jesus.
“Lord, I need you. SO badly. I am tired, exhausted in fact, and I need you to take away my pain. God, why does life SUCK sometimes?”
After collecting enough hair to make a clumpy wig and most certainly clog our toilet I started making breakfast. Peanut butter and bread. Too lazy to make anything else. Still so tired.
“God, help me please.”
Well, my dear reader…
I’ll spare you the tart and make a long, sour story nice, short and sweet. I didn’t see my prayers to “find requiem” being answered until I made it to work. While there I was able to relate with a co-worker who was going through a similar/very trying family situation. I was given the opportunity to listen and be a comfort to him in his situation.
In light of my circumstances and experience with the Creator I have learned this: when God says, “come to me, all who are weary and heavy laden” He most certainly means we should come to Him with our struggles, our failures and our pains. We should sit down and spend time with Him in His Word. At the same time, we shouldn’t expect all the tough stuff to simply go away.
Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t.
When I am exhausted, that is the number one thing I have learned to do: accept that that tough stuff isn’t actually all that bad. It helps us relate to other humans and is used to draw us closer to His comfort. When we understand pain we are then able to comfort those around us with God’s love. It can be sucky but it sure is a bonus.
If you have come to Jesus and the tiredness, pain and struggles still remain, that is perfectly normal. They will be dealt with in His timing. In the meantime, take time to rest in the assurance that all things will work together for the good of those who know and love God.
I am going to cut this post short so I can do just that…
K.L Tired Pezzutto