You sent abundant rain, O God, to refresh the weary land. There Your people finally settled, and with a bountiful harvest, O God, You provided for Your needy people. – Psalm 68:9-10
I am weary.
I am weary of all the hurt.
I am weary of the phone calls bearing bad news.
I am weary of the relational stress with others.
I am weary of the many needs surrounding me.
I am weary of being weary.
This present heaviness goes beyond a sense of tiredness and settles in the depths of my soul, causing it to sigh with exhaustion.
Yet, You promise to reign Your presence in me. Here in my tiredness. To refresh the weary places of my heart. To bring new strength when I am spent. To revitalize my spirit with a fresh breath of Your own.
How I need Your God-breath to sweep in with its gentle breeze and whisper, “All is well.”
Here in my weariness, I will look for You.
And I will wait.
In this parched land, I will settle my soul and listen for Your whispers.
Looking for the clouds of rain in the distance, I will hide my hope in You until the mist of Your Kingdom springs up in this wasteland. I will flee to the refuge of Your salvation – to the calming springs of Your presence. And there I will stake my dwelling. I will stretch out the ropes of my tent and lay claims to my inheritance as Your beloved.
When the dust of “too much” kicks up its storms, I will hide beneath Your covering, entrusting myself fully to Your care.
And here I will stay until this storm passes.
Until the weary turns to wonder at the sound of Your great name.