It’s 7:26 am. I’ve been up since around 4:00. It’s Monday.
And I’m worn.
Maybe you are, too.
After working all weekend combined with some other, tough personal challenges, I find myself worn and weary this morning, facing a long work week full of deadlines. Facing just life, in general, and the ups and downs that come with life, along with facing a tough weekend coming up that will include a visit to prison, at the request of my youngest.
My soul is heavy this morning.
There is a song titled “Worn” that Tenth Avenue North sings. Maybe you’ve heard it. The chorus goes like this:
Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn
And I guess that is what my main prayer is this morning: “Let me see redemption win”. In my life. In your life. Especially on Monday mornings like today. I know that a song CAN rise from the ashes of a broken life: I’ve seen it happen. I’ve experienced it in my own life. But that’s hard to remember, when you are worn.
God, I know I’m not the only one who is worn this morning. There are many of us. Many with torn hearts, many that need to be reborn. God I’m so tired. So vey tired. Please let me see redemption win. In my life and the lives of those around me. I face this day and this upcoming week in need of you. I’m worn God. I need your strength. We each need your strength. Give us energy. Give us rest. Give us hope. Please God, for we are worn.