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I am tired.
The kind of tired that you feel in your bone marrow. The kind of tired that no one understands if they do not have chronic illness. The kind of tired that isn’t phased by a three hour nap.
I have a tendency to push myself. Goes back to the whole recovering Type A, over achieving, perfection seeking sinner that I am in the flesh. Frustration creeps in, its sneaky, sticky fingers wrapping around my thoughts.
All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you. My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes. {Psalm 38:9-10}
Hot tears of irritation burn my eyes. I don’t want to be so tired. I don’t want to be sick. I don’t want to live like this.
Not because I feel like I deserve better. Not because I think it’s unfair. But because I could do and accomplish and help so much more if…
And, I come full circle in this cycle of fatigue, frustration and faith.
For here is the truth:
My desire to “do” for God is unnecessary. A burden I place on myself. For what God wants is me. And, time and time again I prove that the only way to reach me is to slow me down. So He does. And, eventually I yield to His desire for me to just be.
Not do. Not accomplish. Not help.
Just be.
Be still and know that I am God. {Psalm 46:10}
Today, I am unwrapping the gift that is multiple sclerosis and systemic lupus. The gift of chronic fatigue that forces allows me moments to just be with my God.
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