I’m tired. I’m tired of the battles fought on a regular basis in this sin-cursed world. I’m tired of the day-to-day struggles. I feel old, weary, and worn out.
Imagine an immense task set before you, say cleaning out that garage. The first thing you do is get rid of all the big stuff. You have to haul all those big boxes of miscellaneous junk out to the trash, drag that old cast iron tub out to the driveway, hang bicycles up on those very high racks, get rid of that old washer that doesn’t work anymore . . . etc. You tear into it because it is morning (the early years of life) and you have plenty of energy, but those things wear you out. After hauling that tub and washer out your back is feeling sore, you are out of breath, and your muscles are screaming in protest. But then you walk back to the garage and stand there at the door looking at the piles of stuff to still be sorted. Most of it is on the floor meaning you will be doing more bending and your back is already protesting. Lots of it is small stuff, the nitty-gritty that just takes patience and time (kind of like day-to-day life), and none of it looks clean. You feel old, tired, and worn out and your day (life) is barely half over. The end has it’s appeal, doesn’t it?
That’s kind of like where I am at right now. I’m just hoping my “2nd wind” kicks in somewhere, sometime, and I can complete my job with joy and enthusiasm. For now it just looks like a never ending line of dirty nitty-
gritty days with a sore back and aching muscles.