I’m experiencing a season of weariness and heaviness. Things have been really hard. I know that is hardly news. I’m always hoping that things will get easier and simpler – or that I’ll be stronger, more capable. And it never does. I never do.
So my heart is heavy. I’m tired of being in pain and being this person who can’t handle life. it’s hard to remember that it won’t be this way forever. That joy will come in the morning.
But it’s Advent once again. And it’s been encouraging that the only prayer I have the strength to pray right now is so in keeping with the season.
Come, Lord Jesus.
“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
a light has dawned.
You have enlarged the nation
and increased their joy;
they rejoice before you
as people rejoice at the harvest,
as warriors rejoice
when dividing the plunder.
For as in the day of Midian’s defeat,
you have shattered
the yoke that burdens them,
the bar across their shoulders,
the rod of their oppressor.
Every warrior’s boot used in battle
and every garment rolled in blood
will be destined for burning,
will be fuel for the fire.
For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the greatness of his government and peace
there will be no end.
He will reign on David’s throne
and over his kingdom,
establishing and upholding it
with justice and righteousness
from that time on and forever.
The zeal of the Lord Almighty
will accomplish this.” -Isaiah 9:2-7