When My Flesh and My Heart Fail.
There are mornings when getting out of bed feels like climbing a mountain. This morning was one of those mornings. My body is tired. My mind is tired. My heart is tired. My soul feels exhausted. The weight of life seems louder than the silence of the morning. Bills continue to arrive. Notifications remind me of what I cannot pay. My pets cry because they’re hungry, and my heart breaks because I wish I could do more. My head aches from stress, my stomach reminds me that I haven’t eaten enough, and my thoughts race from one problem to the next. For a moment, it feels as if everything around me is shouting that I am falling behind. If I’m honest, those voices sometimes become personal. They whisper that I’m not enough. That I’m failing. That I’m not worth much because I cannot fix everything. But then I remember something greater than every voice surrounding me. I remember Jesus. I remember the cross. I remember that the Son of God willingly endured suffering, rejection, and death so th...
