I’m Weary

I’m weary.

Not in the physically exhausted, overwhelmed sort of way; but the weary that sneaks in disguised as disappointment and doubt. The weary begins with a whisper that what I do doesn’t matter and what I say isn’t heard.

And then I just want to stop. Give up.
Become complacent.

Because all of the hours and efforts and prayers seem empty and pointless, and nothing ever seems to change.

But this is the weary speaking, and I need to shut my thoughts down long enough to let God speak. And He does. He always does.
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So He reminds me that it is never about my effort or time. It is and always has been all about Him.

Time with Him.
Talking with Him.
Trusting Him.

In these times with Him, He is changing me. Stretching me. Growing me. This is where He is leading. Teaching me to Follow Him. Focus on Him. Feast on Him.

And with this gentle reminder, I become a little less weary.