Weary, a colleague said, I’m weary.  Her mother is in the hospital, her nephew was murdered in Pennsylvania. And you could see it in her face and in her body, hunched into itself.

Weary is such a rich word, it feels like more than tired like you’re carrying something so heavy like it is in your bones. That is why they hymn Precious Lord is so lovely – Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn..

We can be weary because of our bodies or our spirits, because of circumstances internal and external. Sometimes we are weary and in those times I believe that Jesus takes our hands, leads us, helps us to stand, or maybe just holds us.

Blessings,

Cynthia