Faith doesn’t prevent fatigue, it just gives me a place to sit. – Steven Furtick

It’s been a week since I got home. The “new me,” or maybe the “wrong me,” has stayed with me throughout these days. I’ve felt strangely indifferent to things, yet calm and steady at the same time. I’m not sure what to make of this new experience yet, but I can already see its impact on the people around me. I can’t say most of those effects are positive, but maybe, in time, they will be.

I’ve felt tired of doing the usual things at home. More than anything, I need rest. Deep rest. And I know this is a sign, a season, for me to pause. To sit and simply be. So I will let myself do that, without guilt.

Oh Lord, thank You for being with me through all time and space. Even though my heart feels empty of joy right now, I know that You are with me, closer than ever. Your love is gentle and all-encompassing. I entrust my whole life to You.

I pray that You give me strength and wisdom to carry on, for I am weak in will and easily led astray, but You already know that. Bless this prayer, and grant me success according to Your will.