I have a big plan for this afternoon, a plan vitally important to my mental health. This afternoon…I am going to take a nap. A good, long nap.
And so help me, if the doorbell rings, if the phone buzzes, if the cat meows—there will be no end to my fury. Because I am that tired, people.
So tired. I bet you’re feeling a little bit exhausted too, aren’t you? I think we’re all feeling a bit overwrought. We rush from breakfast to work to lunch to more work to the grocery store for a few things to home to chores to bed. And then we wake up the next morning and do it all again.
Personally, I blame part of my exhaustion on parenthood. I’m keeping two kids alive, and between the bath times, the homework, and the after-school activities…I’m pooped.
But I know my sister is about as tired as I am, and she only has two cats to keep alive. She might not have kids, but she works sixty hours a week. That’s what’s required of any job good enough to pay her bills, she’s found.
I know we aren’t the first generation to work hard and get exhausted. Our grandparents had their own set of problems and stress. But I don’t really think working themselves to death was as much of an issue in their day. I think expectations were more reasonable, generally speaking.
It was rare for a woman to feel like she had to achieve career success and raise three children well. It was almost unheard of for a man to work a full 8-hour shift and then go home to take care of his children while his wife went to work. I know plenty of people who live like that now.
I don’t claim to have an answer for this situation. But I do know Jesus said this: “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
I’d like some rest for my soul. How about you? Jesus is waiting to give it to us if we will ask.