I’ve been so tired. It’s not like I’m so busy, though. I am,
but it doesn’t seem like that’s the reason. I’m just tired—a
bone weariness that’s deeper, almost oppressive. It has nothing to
do with work or sleep.
I’m not depressed, but it’s hard to be happy. It is possible,
however, to be satisfied, to be comforted. What’s missing is the
ability to be carefree.
So God is denying me the assurance of warning. In its place, He is
saying that He and only He will control this and I have to trust Him.
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