Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.
It isn’t the body that is weak but the spirit. Tired and weary as the old hymn says. Made weak from the news, real and fake, weak from uncertainty, and even weak from caring.
But I take heart in the strength of Jesus. He puts others in my life to speak words of encouragement or an unexpected bouquet of flowers.
He brightens my day with a phone call with my daughter, a funny photo of our son celebrating his dogs 3rd birthday. All of my life is filtered through the lens of faith and God’s presence in our most ordinary times.
I recognize the need for self care more and more. The need for balance and the recognition this may not happen on a daily basis.
A couple of weeks ago I thought I’d caught a cold from Henry. It turned into laryngitis and persisted to the point I knew I needed to go to the doctor. A quick look confirmed it wasn’t a cold but a sinus infection. Two prescriptions (and one for rest) had me on the mend. I just wonder why we aren’t as quick to take our spiritual and emotional fatigue to a doctor?
The chorus of that old hymn above says ‘Tell me the old, old story of Jesus and his love’. His love that takes many forms in bringing strength to my weakness, and soothes my soul.