I seem to experience different kinds of weariness in life. Such as…
the I’m-so-tired-I-can-hardly-keep-my-eyes-open weary
the bone-aching-I-can-hardly-move weary
the if-one-more-person-says-“MOM!”-I’m-going-to-scream weary
the life-is-too-overwhelming-to-breathe weary
All cause weariness. All wear me out at times. All true to my life at one time or another.
… and then, there is the best kind of weariness…
the I’ve-given-all-I’ve-got-for-Him weary
That is where I am, tonight. I’m bone deep exhausted. It’s been a week of preparing VBS for 75 kids on Monday, taking a girl to 4H camp, planning a family reunion, preparing for Fair, getting up and driving a boy to early morning football practice, editing and rewriting 7 Bible studies and preparing for a new ministry site. It’s been hours facing my computer screen, a zillion emails and countless texts. It’s even settling for Burger King tonight only because it was easy and cheap.
Though I am tired, this is the kind of weary I like. It’s knowing that though I am tired, what I’m doing matters. It’s the kind of weary I want to be when He finally calls me home and I fall on my face at His feet. I want to KNOW that I’ve given all I’ve got for Him…
…I want to be that weary.