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Why am I so tired?

April 14, 2021 — 1 Comment

Something is terribly wrong and we know it. 
Google “Why am I…” and a fun list of common questions pops up–

  • Why am I always tired
  • Why am I so tired
  • Why am I always cold (probably because you’re tired)
  • Why am I not losing weight (might be tired)
  • Why am I dizzy (is this dizzy-tired?)
  • Why am I so tired all the time
  • Why am I so gassy (not sure if this has to do with being tired, but who knows?)
  • Why am I tired all the time
  • Why am I peeing so much ()
  • Why am I always hungry (I’m sure there’s a connection here…)

The truth is, you probably are tired.

I know I am.


Personally, trying to be a good husband, dad, pastor, leader, and communicator–on its most energizing day–is exhausting. The same can be said by you, I’m sure–whatever  your list of roles and investments looks like: breadwinner/entrepreneur/student/significant other/parent/caretaker/dreamer… even at its most energizing, we can be left exhausted.


Add into this trying to make it through a global pandemic, economic uncertainty, and new kinds of anxieties & pressures… and it makes you wonder how you’re going to make it through intact much less unscathed. Navigating all of it–constantly responding, reacting, ancticipating, adjusting… while working, striving, and managing within a space of tension, trauma, and anxiety. It’s no wonder we find ourselves depleted.


I’m convinced part of our tiredness and exhaustion is a kind of soul-weariness we find when we mis-engage in the spaces of waiting, in the places of confusion, and in the gaps where the world needs you & me to live into our purpose. Over the next few posts, I’ll share what I’m discovering about the space of waiting, being a person of truth, and how I’m finding a renewed energy even in the chaos.

Disrepair

August 5, 2013 — 1 Comment

image: Wikimedia Commons

image: Wikimedia Commons

“Do not neglect your gift…

1 Timothy 4:14

Have you ever driven past an old building and felt the kind of sadness which comes when you see within the broken down shell of what-used-to-be a glimmer of the beauty which once was?

Not far from where I grew up is ‘The Boneyard.’ Driving past it, I always got the same kind of sadness: engineering masterpieces, the marvel of aviation, splayed out in the open for all to see–some as evidence of compliance with a Cold War agreement promising materiel drawdown. Shells of planes were left out in the oven of the Arizona desert to bake away the last vestiges of their purpose.

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