I am finally on holidays and tomorrow it’s one week until Simon and I get married!
I thought it fitting then to share an article I wrote for work a couple of months ago. Enjoy!
‘Why am I so tired?’ She exclaimed pulling in for coffee.
‘You’re not the only one.’ Her favourite barista (who had undoubtedly been up several hours before her preparing the delicious elixir she was about consume) answered. And he, as usual, was right.
As she looked around the coffee shop through her morning haze she wondered where everyone got the energy to simply live… There were Mothers with children, businessmen in suits and uni students furiously tapping away on their wifi enabled technology. As she looked closer though she could see that familiar veil of exhaustion over their faces; Mum’s patience was wearing thin, Suitman Number three’s brow was wrinkled and the uni student looked like he was about to break up with his ipad.
She opened her own bible app on her iphone and found herself in Isaiah Chapter 40 ‘Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.’
‘Hmm, have I really heard and understood what God was trying to tell me?’ She pondered.
On the aged wood table she was sitting at was the daily paper, the headline spread across the front page read Sustainable energy sources a growing issue in Australia.
If, ‘He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak’, surely God’s energy is the most sustainable source in all of creation? God’s energy can never be entirely consumed, it is tireless. It is impossible for God to be exhausted and that energy source is available to those of us who are struggling.
What a revelation.
She flicked open the paper further to read more about the article and was faced with an image from the Olympics, a young athlete decked out in Australia’s green and gold. He didn’t win a gold medal but he gave it all he had, “I can honestly say, there was nothing left in the tank when I finished the race” he was quoted as saying. Even this fit young man who had been training for years in the peak of his physical condition found exhaustion. ‘But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength… they will run and not grow weary.’
‘So why am I still so exhausted?’ she lamented to herself.
And then her mind cast a vision back to the Sunday before, working yet again, she had worked all week but when the opportunity came to work the Sunday as well she took it.
Sabbath; is there even such a thing anymore? Even when we do take a day off we are still surgically attached to our smart phones, checking our emails, permanently contactable, slaves to our so-called labor-saving technologies.
But we were called out of slavery thousands of years ago… Why then do we still try to make our own way, striving to achieve dreams dictated by the culture around us.
‘Forgive me Father for working so hard on shaping my own vision when I was truly designed to rely on you for the restoration of the world’s energy resources.’ She said a quick prayer and stood up from her seat. She had a sudden rush of endorphins, perhaps it was the strong, freshly roasted coffee or perhaps she had just received her daily bread.