I am so weary, ever so weary. I am tired from a lifetime of too many trials and tribulations. I have come up for air over and over again, excited to finally arrive at a place of rest and refreshing, only to sink back down to where I grow weary gasping for air. I have just come up for air, now I am down gasping again, wiped out.
But I am reminded of one thing more than any other. The Lord loves me, and I love Him more than ever. And now He asks me to trust Him, for He sees the whole picture rather than all the pieces and parts. And He sustains me even in the midst of it all. Then, with His Word, He reminds me of what I am led this day to remind you. There is a harvest to come. And though we may not know the day or time it shall come, God has a promise:
“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not (Gal 6:9 KJV).”