Tired

This enormous moth,
lay on one side,
in the path of any foot,
which happened to be careless enough to step upon it.

I almost did.

Instead, with a quick sidestep,
I scooped it off the planking which makes up our stairs.

It fluttered,
slowly opened and closed it’s wings,
and clung to my hand.

I don’t know what caused it to end up on our stairs but after some sugar water it flew away.

Yet part of me could relate.

Since our return,
I have been exhausted.

Nothing seems to slow down enough to get the rest my body needs and my mind has been overwhelmed with the tasks before me.

However,
even in the rush of “do”,
I can put my tired self into the Father’s hand.

I can trust Him for the required actions of each day and let go of the ones uncompleted at the end.

Through prayer and patience I can seek others around me who might be willing to shoulder the load while I re energize.

Most of all,
I need to be on my guard against
frustration, depression, and bitterness.

When I look at the circumstances it is easy to allow selfishness to creep in and it leads to the other undesirable thoughts and actions.

To judge those around me because I can’t see myself clearly.

To feed the tired with entitlement would be to step outside the blessings of why I’m weary.

To allow thoughts which are not in line with the Lord, would be to step off the path of righteousness.

Therefore,
as I flutter from one task to the next,
I praise God for His hand of comfort;

A safe landing helping me through the tired.