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Are You Tired?

“My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever.”  ~Psalm 73.26

Are you tired? How, exactly, are you tired?

There can be a weariness in the physical body or even in the emotions or spirit. We are made in the image of God and are triune beings. Just as God is comprised of the three persons of the Trinity (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit); we are, essentially, made up of three parts (Mind, Body, and Spirit). If one of the parts of an indivudual are lacking, it puts a greater burden on the other two parts to compensate. For example, if the physical body is unwell – the mind and Spirit have to work harder to maintain peace, calmness, hope, etc.. Whether you are tired in your mind, body, or Spirit – there is hope in Christ!

Physical Exhaustion

“And he said unto me, ‘My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.’ Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” 2nd Corinthians 12:9

SrqThe Bible teaches that it’s most important to keep the Spirit strong. Proverbs 18:14 states: “The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear? In other words, the human spirit within us can endure a sick body, but who can bear a crushed spirit? Therefore, we find it is of utmost importance to keep the spirit within us strengthened through the Word of God, worship, and prayer. Still, there are times when the body, namely, becomes so weary that it makes life very challenging.

For those of you who have followed this blog for a while, you may recall that I have spoken (at times) about my chronic health issues. I know there are many fellow-Christians who also deal with ongoing health conditions; and I wish to encourage you. I would like to share a poetic prayer I wrote about three years ago. Please, feel free to adopt it as your prayer if it resonates with you.

A Prayer For the Weak in Body // by: Maranda M.

I don’t want negative attention; that’s not who I am

Because I strive to be positive and do the best that I can

I want to be a ray of sunshine and not a dark, gloomy cloud

But my mind and my body shouts so obnoxiously loud

It cares not about my desires or my scheduled plans

It only fights viciously, daily, to gain the upper-hand

Oft times I must rest when I would much rather go

Which causes discouragement that only God and I know

It hurts deeply to be only a shell of my former being

When I have so much left to give, yet unable to bring

It’s like having a melody but the strings are all broken

Or having a song with the words left unspoken

It’s not by choice or out of a lazy mindset at all

In fact, the drive for life remains; yet, I always hit a wall

The “wall” is called fatigue and being chronically unwell

With hopes in my heart, imprisoned in each tired cell

The weariness, oh the weariness – words cannot describe

Thankful for life, yet a deep longing to even feel alive

Survival-mode is meant as a temporary means

But it is my life, thus, the fatigue that it brings

Does anyone know the effort and the strength that it takes?

To even shower or leave the house; oh, the efforts I make

But don’t get me wrong, I’m a very grateful soul

God is faithful to walk beside me with each hard-hitting blow

I am thankful I have Him, and that is enough

But please understand, I can’t live off the cuff

I am tired always and muddle through as I can

Upon awaking, I think, “Was that a marathon I just ran?”

I’ve tried remedies and vitamins like you wouldn’t believe

Striving, fighting, grasping for some ounce of relief

Maybe one day, I can be who I fully wish to be

Until then, I am relegated to be this altered version of me

Compassionate love and understanding goes a long way

Amidst fatigue and all, we still have love at the end of the day

My prayer is for healing, but only in God’s Will

His timing, His reasonings – I must accept, still

God’s Son suffered as did many of the saints

But the Lord sustains mercifully as, for him, I await

Dear Lord, while I tarry, please strengthen my soul

For this weary lot in life has truly taken its toll

Yet amidst the weakness, I have found my home

It is to dwell in Your presence where I am never alone

Whether here or in Glory, ‘til this burden is lifted

‘Til the tears are dried and the healing is gifted

I ask that You stay with me until that day arrives

I know that I need You in order to survive

Thank you for the joys and respites along this path

I feel the touch of Your hand – I honestly have!

I cannot summarize or articulate the point of my words

I guess all I am asking is for my feeble voice to be heard…

A Tired Mind and Spirit

“The Lord gives strength to his people; the Lord blesses his people with peace.” ~Psalm 29.11

chsThere is so much to think about… truly! We have responsibilities, deadlines, appointments, troubles, unplanned setbacks, decisions, and so much more on our minds often. There is not a day goes by that the mind is not engaged to some degree. After a while, life can get mentally and emotionally exhausting. We can become heavy-laden with all the cares of this life. But the Lord instructs us to come to him. “Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest” (Matt. 11:28).

As the Missionary, James Hudson Taylor, once said: “To every toiling, heavy-laden sinner, Jesus says, ‘Come to me and rest’. But there are many toiling, heavy-laden believers, too. For them this same invitation is meant. Note well the words of Jesus, if you are heavy-laden with your service, and do not mistake it. It is not, ‘Go, labour on,’ as perhaps you imagine. On the contrary, it is stop, turn back, ‘Come to me and rest.’ Never, never did Christ send a heavy-laden one to work; never, never did He send a hungry one, a weary one, a sick or sorrowing one, away on any service. For such the Bible only says, ‘Come, come, come.'”

In the mid-late 1800s, Charles H. Spurgeon preached the message, “Weak Hands and Feeble Knees”. It speaks to all types of weariness and offers amazing hope – even today! The message is timeless. I have spliced together some of the high points of the sermon below:

Weak Hands and Feeble Knees // by Rev. C.H. Spurgeon

“Strengthen ye the weak hands and confirm the feeble knees.” ~Isaiah 35:3

iss“In all flocks there must be lambs, and weak and wounded sheep; and among the flock of men, it seems that there must necessarily be some who should more than others prove the truth of Job’s declaration, ‘man is born to trouble even as the sparks fly upwards.’ It is the duty then of those of us who are more free than others from despondency of spirit, to be very tender to these weak ones…

Although religion changes the moral temperament of men, it does not change the physical. A man who is weak in health before conversion will probably be as weak afterwards, and many a spirit that has a tendency to despondency, has exhibited that tendency after conversion. We do not profess that the religion of Christ will so thoroughly change a man as to take away from him all his natural tendencies; it will give the despairing something that will alleviate that despondency, but as long as that is caused by a low state of body, or a diseased mind, we do not profess that the religion of Christ will totally remove it…

Hence, then, if the knees be weak and the hands be weak, it is little that we can do. We cannot run with the weak knee; we cannot labor with the weak hand. How can ye, the servants of Christ, how can ye lift the heavy burdens which ye have to carry, if your hands be weak and your knees totter? Look well, then, to this, for herein ye suffer exceeding loss; if in active service ye lose power and strength….

He would believe in God, but he cannot appropriate the promise. He would lay hold of the angel, but all his sinews shrink, and he cannot wrestle. He would plead the promise, but his hand refuses to clutch it with an iron grasp. And he goes away crying, ‘Oh that I could pray! oh that I could believe in God! oh that I could succeed with God in prayer, and become as a prevailing prince. Alas! I am as weak as water, and I can do nothing.’ Herein lies the importance of having a strong hand that we may serve God, and of having a strong knee that we may wrestle with him in prayer, and get the blessing from him…

Once we could run along the walls of salvation with triumphant faith; at other times we could walk even through the valley of the shadow of death with quiet confidence: but we have come to a place of trial and of extraordinary difficulty, where all speed failed us, and strength did not suffice…

If your knees are feeble, serve God the best you can with them; if your hands hang down, then do the best you can with the hands hanging down, and pray God to strengthen them, until you become mighty, and then you will be able to do more. But do something every one of you… Above all, cry for the Holy Spirit to strengthen you, for without him all is vain.”

Helpful Scriptures

“But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” ~Isaiah 40:31

“…for the joy of the LORD is your strength.” Nehemiah 8:10

“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.” ~Isaiah 41:10

“I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.” ~Philippians 4:13

“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.” ~Isaiah 40:29

“But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one.” ~2nd Thessalonians 3:3

“Seek the LORD and his strength, seek his face continually.” ~1st Chronicles 16:11

“‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the Lord Almighty.”  ~Zechariah 4:6

“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.” ~Galatians 6:9


Dear Prodigal…

Dear Prodigal…

By: Maranda M.

The story of the Prodigal son

He leaves what is good to go sin

He finds himself lost and undone

When he comes to his senses, he returns home again


So many of us grieve for a “prodigal” that is away

Be it a husband, daughter, son, or wife

We’d gladly welcome them back home to stay

Safe from their sinful and wretched life


Dear prodigal, you are not too far-gone for God’s grace

Spreading your wings has led you to a very unholy place

You cannot fly with the weight of the world on your back

With broken wings, broken dreams – under the enemy’s attack


Dear prodigal, dear prodigal


When you come back home the Lord waits with open arms

Under His wings, you’ll finally be safe from all of sin’s harm

With Him you can fly as an eagle in the sky

No more aimless drifting, no more wondering why


Dear prodigal, dear prodigal


You once knew the life, the truth, and the way

You have tasted and seen that the Lord was good

I don’t condemn you but wonder why you strayed

Not following Him or doing as you should


Dear prodigal, dear prodigal


Now all I can say with tears in my eyes

Is that we’ve saved you a place at the table

Your worth is more than money could buy

And oh, our God is well able


To forgive your sins and cleanse your heart

To give you freedom and a fresh start

Dear prodigal, please come home to stay

Until then, I love you and pray for that day


Note: The full account of the Prodigal son may be read in Luke 15:11-31.



Pseudo-Christianity Will Not Stand

For several years now, I have been appalled at the lack of holiness and zeal amongst many who claim to be Christian. Why have they become so worldy and lax? I had no intention of writing a poem, but the words flowed from my heart so easily; that’s why I truly believe it to be God-inspired. However, please take note that this poem was not written in a haughty way, as to put myself upon a pedestal of perfection. Rather, I wrote it – being deeply grieved over the state of most professing Christians as well as the state of most pulpits. Oh stand strong, you faithful few!

Search your heart as you read…

Pseudo-Christianity Will Not Stand

by Maranda M. 

‘It’s old-fashioned to be reverent before a holy God’

They push this thought upon the masses, behind their modern facade

We’ve traded communion; the cup, and the broken bread

For coffee and doughnuts in the sanctuary, instead

No need to follow scripture, just do your own thing

In hopes that church attendance will somehow appease the King

No worries about clubbing, or drinking alcohol and beer

We’ll distort scripture to cover that – there’s no need to fear

Have fun on Friday nights at the casinos and concert halls

God wants us to be happy – right? So, go have a ball!

Laugh at dirty jokes, and you might even want to tell a few

Swear, curse, and lie – most everybody else does that too

As long as you look the part, no one will ever know

That you’re a two-faced hypocrite who can put on quite a show

Tell all your worldly friends they’re going to Heaven too

No need to be holy – just do what you want to do

Your week has been Godless, without the Bible or prayer

But others think you’re a Christian by this mask that you wear

The first strum of the guitar and your hands are raised high

In praise, you sing “I’m Free” – but God knows that’s a lie

The lifestyle of sin… you just will not let it go

You say, “Heaven… of course!” but you won’t walk the narrow road

You want the crown without the cross, with popularity, riches, and fame

You think you’re a saint, but can’t you see – you’re blind, naked, and lame?

Morality only goes so far, but Jesus’ blood is what it takes

To cleanse us from all sin, for our eternal soul’s sake

Heaven is not the default, for unholiness won’t abide there

Pseudo-Christianity won’t stand, on that day when your soul is laid bare

So enough with the facade and the secret life that you hide

Get real before God, He will forgive and bring new life

You may know of Him, but does He know of you?

Do you walk the narrow road with the faithful and the few?

Christ’s true church is glorious and makes a beautiful bride

She represents her Savior well, Who has given her eternal life


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