Lord, I’m so tired.
Life is feeling long and weary.
The days are feeling so… daily,
I am growing weary of this old world
Its aggravating tendency to break down and wear out.
I am ready to be done with the temporal.
I’m longing for the eternal.
Does it really matter, all the things I give my time to?
Does it really matter if the grout in my shower is white?
Does it really matter if every corner of the house is dusted?
Does it matter that there are 20 pairs of shoes cluttering the front door?
Why does this stress me?
My heart and mind are longing to soar
My hands and feet are moored to this soil
This pull between here and there
Now and later
Heaven and Earth
Is causing me to ache all over.
You know I’m just made of dust.
This old, earthy case for my soul is feeling shabby and dull
And inside my soul sparkles and shimmers
With intense longing for my source,
For the Rock from which I was cut.
I am the Ring
Return me to my source.
I just want to be where you are, Lord.
I am just so tired, so very tired.
Come quickly, Lord Jesus.
And if you don’t come rescue me,
At least come close to me.
“All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you.” Psalm 38:9