my weary heart

I think I just keep saying this. My heart feels like it has been dragged through the mud and stomped on. It's tired and sad.

Things that break my heart keep happening and I feel the need to run away and rest. Yet instead I am getting ready to go dive into a few full weeks of giving deeply of myself and sacrificing sleep. I know it will fill me. I know it will bless and realign me. But my heart is weary and I am just struggling to make it there at this point.

This week I lost my pastor that I served with in KY. He was always quick to remind us that God is good all the time and all the time God is good. I know it is true. I don't doubt it for a minute.

But I'm weary.

Resting my heart in the arms of Jesus. He see me. He knows me. He loves me.

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