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Oh how weary are the days that we labor on this earth. While we are young we labor over school work, we toil with our friendships, we fight through the questions about who we are and who we want to be and why we are here, we seek to fall in love and find that lasting love that will last a lifetime. When we get a little older we work to find the perfect job, and then we expend all our energy to bring home a paycheck. Perhaps we get married and then we have to figure out what life looks like as a wife, doing housework, making dinner, paying bills, perhaps still working in a career. Afterwords, we may find ourselves being blessed with the opportunity to carry children in our womb, give birth, and raise little minds and souls in the fear and admonition of the Lord. I don't know about the latter part (the making babies and raising them part) but I do know most of the rest. Its easy to get weary.

Perhaps I'm just weary today because I'm trying to adjust my circadian rhythm. I've been about 4 to 6 hours behind schedule lately, and so I'm trying to bring myself up to normal hours. I've felt off, so I've decided to start getting up at 5:30 AM everyday (except of course the days I get up at 4:50AM so that I can go to work for 5:30AM) to force my body into a more rhythmic rhythm. I didn't get much sleep last night. I was up late last night, and up early this morning, so that could be why I'm weary.

It could be that I am exhausted because of the last year of medical bills that I have been dealing with today. In medical bills alone I owe 15 different medical companies money. The privatization and filleting of the American hospital into little sub companies makes it extremely difficult to be able to pay your bills, in any sort of significant amount, after ending up in the Emergency Room 3 times in 3 months (2 different hospitals). Who knows what the appropriate way to deal with this problem even is? I know I owe less thousands than other people that have ended up in my situation and for that I am grateful. But it is tiring.

And then there is cleaning the kitchen, doing the dishes that need to be done, and cooking dinner. These things I take joy in doing. They are fun for me, but I feel weary today.

Perhaps you are weary today too, for whatever reason and in whatever way. I am glad to know that there will be an end to my weariness, and I hope that you are able to find some hope in that as well.

Ah, toil-worn labourer, only think when thou shalt rest for ever! Canst thou conceive it? It is a rest eternal; a rest that "remaineth". . . Happy day! Happy! when mortality shall be swallowed up of life, and the Eternal Sabbath shall begin.
--CH Spurgeon

There will, at last, be rest for the weary. But until then, let us labor where He has us. Let us grow where we're planted. Let us enjoy every moment of those friendships and those relationships we have been blessed with.

May I continue to find joy in my good God, and the good gifts He has given me in my precious husband and best friend, Josh, in my wonderful loving family, in dear friends, in a job that I enjoy, and in every provision that I am forever taking for granted.

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  1. "There will be a day with no more tears, no more pain and no more fears. There will be a day when the burdens of this place will be no more, we'll see Jesus face to face. But until that day, we'll hold on to You always."

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  2. I haven't heard that Jeremy Camp song. Sounds good though.

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