Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand. I am tired. I am weak. I am worn. Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light. Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.
Exhausted is an understatement. Exhausted implies that I’m simply very tired, that my body needs sleep, that I have been physically overworked and that a good night’s sleep or two will set things right. I am so very beyond exhausted.
I am emotionally weary. I feel like there’s not enough time in the day to pray for all the needs I know of. Between sicknesses that need to be healed, comfort that needs to be given, needs that must be provided for, there’s no time left to pray for the energy and encouragement I need to go on praying for all these other things. It sounds silly, but I’m at the point where one more prayer request will send me over the edge. I got an email from my mother a few nights ago to pray for a mutual friend’s health issues and I burst into tears, when Trey asked why I told him I just don’t have it in me to pray for anything else, my list is too long, my heart is too heavy and I feel guilty for praying for myself and my family because there’s so much other pain out there.
I’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks now, and I don’t like it. It’s a strange mix of feeling over-full and empty at the same time. It’s like I’m in desperate need of a good cry and can’t quite find the opportunity to let the tears flow. Which leaves me over-sensitive. Seriously, a guy cut me off in traffic yesterday and I almost had an emotional breakdown.
I need help. I need encouragement. I need strength to carry on to encourage others. I need energy to be what my husband needs me to be – even if those needs are unspoken…especially when those needs are unspoken.
This song by Tenth Avenue North pretty much sums it up. Have a listen to my current anthem: Worn.