I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, August 4, 2019
I am Tired
We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone. Even
the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person.”
Joyce
Rachelle
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I am tired
I am tired for lots of reasons
Two weeks on the road (the wrong side of the road in
Ireland)
Two weeks of fish and chips and cider (hard)
I am tired
After 16 years of working in the pressure cooker of
community mental health
13 years as a Executive Director
And now as the Director of a pain program
It is tiring being in the middle of people’s pain!
It is tiring being in the middle of my own pain
I might well be bionic
(although I have had no joint replacements, yet)
12 surgeries later my body is a little beat up!
I am tired
After over 20 years in the pulpits of church
Small, medium, large, and then small again
I am tired because I am getting a little older
Turning 68 in less than a week
I am tired because I don’t know how to say no
Tired because I don’t always sleep well
Tired because I think too much
Feel too much
Care too much
I am tired because I am struggling against
Greed
Apathy
Fear
Hate
And I feeling like I (and those like me) are losing
My soul shrinks
My heart hurts
When I see 44% of America pick money over people
When I hear people call good evil, and evil good
I am like that plant
Roots thrust deep into thirsty land
Barely alive
Waiting for the rain
I echo the worlds of the Psalmist (63)
Who in a similar moment
“You, God, are my God,
earnestly I
seek you;
I thirst for you,
my whole being
longs for you,
in a dry and parched land
where there is
no water.”
But here is the thing
Even though I am tired
And perhaps a bit shriveled and dry
I am not a dead twig
Broken and separated from the source of life
I am a child of God
I am connected
I have the Spirit
And this reality, in which I participate
Well
Isaiah (41) said it well
“The poor and needy search for water,
but there is
none;
their tongues
are parched with thirst.
But I the Lord will answer them;
I, the God of
Israel, will not forsake them.
18 I will make rivers flow on barren heights,
and springs
within the valleys.
I will turn the desert into pools of water,
and the parched
ground into springs.”
I am tired
But I am also renewed
And so tomorrow I will arise
A greet another day
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