There’s a kind of tiredness that doesn’t come from doing too much — it comes from being halfway through something with no clear sense of how it’s going.
Lord,
It is the middle of the week, and I am neither the person who started Monday with good intentions nor the one who will exhale on Friday afternoon. I am somewhere in between — and that, I think, is where most of life actually happens.
Forgive me for treating these ordinary hours as a waiting room.
There are emails I’ve been putting off. A conversation I’ve been rehearsing without having. A small kindness I thought about and then didn’t do. Meet me there — not in the grand moments I keep preparing for, but here, in the Wednesday of it.
I don’t always know what I’m asking when I pray. Sometimes I think I’m asking for strength, and what I really want is just to feel less alone in the muddle. Maybe that’s enough to bring you.
Be near today. That’s all.
Amen.