Not just in my body,
But in my soul.
The kind of tired sleep can’t fix.
I carry invisible weight,
Heavy thoughts,
Lingering sadness.
It’s exhausting.
But You invite the weary.
You promise rest.
You understand tired hearts.
I don’t need to be strong for You.
I can collapse in Your presence.
And You still call me beloved.
So here I am,
Empty and aching,
Worn and wondering.
Hold me, Jesus.
Let me fall apart in Your arms.
Speak life to my dry places.
Help me breathe again.
Help me rise again.
Help me hope again.
Even in my fatigue,
I will trust You to restore me.
In Your name, I pray. Amen.
Healing
,
Peace
,
Perseverance
,
Pray
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