I. am. so. tired.
In fact, I’m so tired that I just used my least favorite punctuation rule breaker. I hate when people put a period after each word. “I.” is not a sentence. I know we are being dramatic in our period usage, but it drives me insane. I hope this mini grammar rant helps you to fully grasp just how. tired. I. am.
I totally bombed this Sunday.
I preached a sermon on the value of a broken hallelujah. The main point was that God uses our weakness.
I was the sermon illustration… not on purpose though.
I am fully capable of putting together a really good sermon that is presented well. This is not what occurred. I spent last week as single mom since Jon had to go on a last minute trip to NY to repair some recent storm damage to our rental property….
I’m saying, “me too,” because I know I am not the only one feeling there is nothing left to give today.
The point is I was tired before the weekend even began and part of me wanted to just stay home, curl up in a blanket and binge watch.
I find myself having those days more and more. Whether it’s from my mile-long to-do list or a newsfeed of political divisiveness, or crazy raccoons, I have too many days where I just want to sit down, or lie down.
I’m not saying I want to quit completely, I just want to ride the pine for a little while ya know? Sit on the sidelines and watch the game while I take a breather. Ever felt that way?
Recently, I have been lost.
I have been clinging to my faith and trying to find my sanity. I have been burnt out and weary. Judge if you like, but for every one person looking down on this feeling, there are three to five thinking, “me too,” or, “I’ve been there.”
As a young man in construction boots, dress pants, a white button down dress shirt, and a flannel stood beside my brother and waited for his bride, Will announced to those in the room that he was about to perform a wedding ceremony and those who were left were welcome to witness the event or to give the room to the couple.
We took seats in the chairs that had not been packed up yet and watched as a young women entered with a beautiful gown, tattoos, a pony tail, smiles, and tears.
I have been at pastors’ wives retreats and leadership events/trainings where dealing with the loneliness of ministry has been a topic of discussion. I never really understood it.
It seems I have served in some capacity of ministry my entire life, and I have never felt lonely in ministry… until now.
The world needs you, but you don’t have to carry the weight of it.
My little family of five took a big leap of faith and embarked on a new adventure. We have spent a year preparing for this transition, and there is still a very long road ahead of us. However, we finally made the physical move to bring us to the city where we will be starting a new Assembly of God […]
To the mother on the brink of insanity, To the mother who just wants some sleep, To the mother who feels her home might explode into chaos if she doesn’t hold it together, I hear you. To the mother who has a love hate relationship with every children’s cartoon created, To the mother that cannot focus on the unending stream of words coming out […]