Exhausted.
Tired, sore, weak, sick. Some times I feel unable to move about like a normal person. My body and soul tied down.
Why is this so hard? Why does this heavy burden never seem to really lift? Why do my eyes slump down in fear and hopelessness? Why is it so dark?
"I lift my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth."
And You were there all along my dark tunnel. The space of light between each tunnel may be short, but Your grace and mercy goes with me through all the tunnels and all the breaks, too.
"My help comes from the LORD."
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