O Lord, you who who made all things, holds them together, & rejoices in all your work
I am weary, and my heart does not rejoice in my work.
I didn’t choose these last two weeks
And I am already weary of optimizing my time, GTD, and keeping it together
-of holding hurts, nursing grudges, secret sin
-of managing kids, schedules, people, and $
When I scroll through my phone, slide into a show, or even slip into bed to sleep…
I get no rest. I dread the next day.
You say come to me, find rest for my soul, and labor that is light;
look to you & be satisfied with good things;
And consider the flowers and birds who soak the sun and savor the moment.
May your invitation cut thru my cynical ears.
Prepare my heart to receive the good news again, even now: that I am loved more than I can possibly imagine, your grace is new for me today, and that it is enough
Blessed is the one who puts trust in you—not in themself, ability, or any other god
with Psalm 40/104