Sometimes there are seasons of long, cold days. Night after night going to sleep is not a relief but a quick entrance into another cold day. Our bodies are weak and our hearts are overcome with struggles that break over us like unending waves. Yes, sometimes there are seasons like this. In these times we long for another reality. And, in God's mercy, such a reality exists. In an exhausted moment we glance towards heaven and cling to the great truth. God is there in that untainted place lit alone by his glory. In that same moment we know that earth has nothing worthy of our desire except for the God who is there.
We are weak, tired, and overwhelmed with the daily ravages of the fallen world. Sleep beckons but offers no rest. Weariness and the burdens of life seem more than I can bear.
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