“I’m tired of fighting.” My friend’s shoulder’s drooped. Taylor had been working through sin struggles and childhood pain for a long time. And Taylor was still working through it. Walking closely with my friend, I was tired of the journey too. Tired of hoping when hope was disappointed.
“Me too. I’m tired. But I’m still with you. I’m so tired, but I’m not done fighting.”
Taylor nodded. “Me neither.”
What mattered most, though, was that God was not done fighting. Having both tried our hardest, we’d circled back to the only solution. Our God. He was the only one able to heal the trauma, the relationships, the coping mechanisms.
In desperation, I’ve been praying, “Lord, please help. There’s nothing else I can do. Save quickly!”
He still hasn’t changed things. I still watch my friend who I love, weighed down by the pain of the past. This morning, my heart is particularly heavy. But still I will fight, because I still have hope. I’m able to let go when it’s so far beyond my ability because God fights for us.
He fights for me. He fights for Taylor. He fights for you! We need only to be still. Keep hoping, friend. Even when you’re tired. Especially when you’re tired. God is not finished with you. He is not finished working. Not finished healing. Not finished holding you.
Today, together, let’s take a deep breath. Let’s choose to trust and hope for today. It will be okay.
Lord, I need you. This is so far beyond my abilities, and I’ve been hoping for so long already. Sometimes, I want to give up. But I trust you — fight for me and my loved ones today. In your name, amen.
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