Feeling Tired.

Today I feel tired. Today I woke up tired.
This morning my eyes were heavy and my body groaned with the pleas of “Moremoremoremoremore”. The aching promise of “Just five more minutes” turns into an hour and the day has begun yet my body says, “Please no.”

I portion out my breakfast, drink my tea and prepare my lemon water and protein drink.
I portion out my pills and I put on Christmas music to dance and laugh and imagine to.

All the while my eyes beg to close. There’s an ache in my chest that only get’s worse the longer I am awake and the food I eat does little good for the exhaustion wrapped around me like a string of lights on a Christmas tree.

I sit to write. To jot down a new story that sings in my mind.
But my page is empty and my chest feels tight.

I forget to pray in these moments. I forget to ask. So caught up in surviving and doing all I can to remember what to do that I forget the simplest and most important weapon in my arsenal.

Prayer.

So I take a pause and I cry out to Him and I realize that the tightness goes away just a bit. That as I pray my soul seems to sigh, “Finally.”

I’m still tired. I’m still in pain. My joints are angry at the world and the rain storm last night. My body is complaining about anything it can and my eyes still whisper “sleepsleepsleepsleep”.

But it seems more bearable now. He’s lifting my load and if only I will remember to call out and lean on Him . . . And try to listen to what He wants me to do, everything will be just a bit brighter.

Just a bit lighter.

I encourage you to call out to Him. Even if all you can say is, “God, please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” He’ll meet you where you are at.

And maybe you need the rest, dear one. Maybe you need to get a glass of water and take your pills. Maybe it’s time for some pain herbs/meds. Go out onto the porch and breath in deeply for a minute or two. Maybe it’s time to call out to your support group/member/family/friend and ask their advice/vent a little to them.
Sometimes that’s the greatest medicine.
A gentle hug. Words spoken with love and kindness and understanding.

You’ve got this, dear ones. And God’s got you.

‘Till next we meet.
~Tiffany Michele