Weary . . . just come . . .

Yesterday I got the news that my cousin, Linda, had a son killed while riding his 2007 Harley on Thursday night. He was hit by a repeat drunk driver who was talking on his cell phone. Such a waste. Sadly, I felt very comfortable talking to Linda yesterday, knowing that she knew that I understood. As she said when I first got her on the phone, “This is not something that we wanted to have in common.”

Interestingly, after my last entry where I complained about what I feel are unrealistic expectations, I have continued to come across scripture that gives me “permission” to be weary. Good thing, because, like I said, it isn’t exactly a choice; it is just the way it is right now and for the foreseeable future.

  • “I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I dissolve my couch with my tears. My eye has wasted away with grief” (Psalm 6:6-7 NASB).
  • “Be merciful to me, LORD, for I am faint; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are in agony. My soul is in anguish. How long, O LORD, how long? Turn, O LORD, and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love” (Psalm 6:2-4).

Then in Matthew 11:28 Jesus says, “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.” (NASB). Okay, maybe I am a little slow, but I just realized that this verse assumes that some of us are weary. In response to people being weary, Jesus’ only command is “come.”

I can do that.