Finding Joy in the Midst of Weariness
Serving God is meant to be a joy, a source of fulfillment and purpose. But let's be real—sometimes it feels about as joyful as a root canal without anesthesia. We give and give, pouring ourselves out for others until we're as empty as a chocolate box after Valentine's Day. There comes a point when we can't give anymore. We're tired, weary, and worn out, and it's all we can do to keep putting one foot in front of the other without tripping over our own exhaustion.
I've been there myself more times than I care to admit. As a missionary and an author, I'm constantly juggling the demands of ministry, family, and my own physical limitations. There are days when I feel like I'm barely keeping my head above water, and the thought of giving any more of myself seems as impossible as teaching my dog to do my taxes.
From Bad to Worse
As Jason and I drove toward our house after the lovely ladies' retreat last week, we were surprised to see freshly painted white lines on our street. As I mentioned in a recent post, our quiet little road had been under construction, and it looked like the workers had finally finished up Stage One, leaving behind a gravelly, dusty mess. Gazing out the car window, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. The road was still rough and gravelly, and the freshly painted lines seemed to mock me as we bumped along. Evidently, Stage Two (the painting of the lines) was also the completion of the project.
"Honestly," I muttered to Jason, "I think the road was better before they started all this construction. What was the point?"
Jason just chuckled and patted my hand. "Sometimes, Dana, things have to get worse before they can get better."
Letting Love Fuel Your Ministry
Springtime in Wales is no joke! We go from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye. One minute, we're bundled up and sipping hot cocoa by the fire, and the next, we're running around like chickens with our heads cut off, trying to keep up with all the events and activities.
Don't get me wrong, I love being part of this vibrant ministry, but sometimes, it can be downright exhausting. This year, I found myself stretched thin like butter scraped over too much bread (to borrow a Bilbo Baggins-ism).
Between the ladies' luncheon, the Easter outreaches, the ladies' retreat, the music for each service, the weekly Bible study, and the seemingly endless stream of meetings, planning sessions, and flyer creations, I was starting to feel like a hamster on a wheel—running, running, running, but never really getting anywhere.
Ripple Effects
King Josiah. Now, here was a man of unwavering faith and determination. He was a true leader, always striving to align himself with God’s will and to guide his people in the right direction. He fearlessly dismantled the false idols and restored the temple to its rightful state. And you know what? For a time, the nation was rejuvenated. The people returned to the worship of the one true God, and it seemed like Josiah’s reign was a turning point for the land.
But then, as often happens in life, things took a turn for the worse. After Josiah's death, the people returned to their old ways, worshipping false gods and ignoring the commands of the Lord. It's enough to make a person feel like all their hard work was for nothing.
Finding Rest for Our Souls
I take the Boy Scout motto "Be prepared" to new heights. When Jason and I go for a longer hike, I often load the backpacks with anything and everything we might need—a first aid kit, blankets, flashlights, extra clothing, food, water, and even a whistle. Sometimes, I go overboard and have the packs so heavy we can't carry them.
I over-plan and over-prepare for everything, whether a hiking trip or a dinner party. I get so caught up in anticipating every possible need or problem that I forget to simply enjoy being.