A Prayer for the Weary


Dear Readers of Country Squire Magazine, I trust that You and Your family are well. Hopefully this second lockdown is not too dispiriting. It must be very difficult for those stuck in tiny flats or houses, like some kind of house arrest.

This month is when We tend to get tired and our noses begin to run. Hopefully this year You have stocked up on vitamins and are keeping fit so You can avoid any ill health. It can be difficult for some people to get motivated. Certainly this strangest of years there are plenty of depressed people about and the weather does not help.

So, this week I urge You to be well and also be positive. There is light at the end of this period which has been sent to test us. Be strong and use this time to think of ways You can best live the rest of Your life. Also think of how You can assist in the lives of others who may be in a worse position than You.

This week I learned of the suicide of a man in his fifties. I heard this news from his mother. He had been stuck in an attic flat in a town south of London for many years, scraping an existence. He had no real friends and a history which included a very broken relationship. His loved ones knew there was something very wrong. He ended his life because he felt worthless. He looked in the mirror and what he saw he hated. He should not have let life weigh down so heavily upon him. He should have sought help. There are people You can call for free if You feel that down. Even those who feel they are replete with worthlessness have some worth, somewhere. Even the greatest of sinners can seek repentance. Better to live and be judged than decide one’s own fate, miserably. Of course his mother was upset. The funeral is this week and she was actually grateful for Covid funeral rules as she had no idea who would come anyway. He had quit on everything. Such a shame of a life.

Psalm 139:13-16
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

I wish You well and hope You manage a peaceful Sunday. I pray that Your week ahead is a positive and happy one. Celebrate Your privilege for it is a great gift from God. Forgive those around You who try to disparage You. Ignore those who try to lever You into sin. Be strong and have faith. Live Your life well and allow faith, hope and love into your life. God bless You all.

Lord, I’m weary. My energy is sagging, and my motivation is lagging. And I am so in need of you. I need your strength and your fresh touch to get back on track again. Your Word says the joy of the Lord is my strength. If that’s true, then I need your joy to replace all the bone-tired parts of my mind, body, and soul.

The pressures of life sometimes push me into a corner, rendering me helpless to move forward. A hundred voices call my name, and I feel paralyzed at times to answer, not knowing where to turn. Lord, help me not to quit, to keep running the race faithfully, and to find strength in that safe, secret place of yours, under the shadow of the Almighty.

I need your strength to say no when I’m tempted to surrender to harmful things, or when selfishness clings to my clothes and won’t let go. I need your strength to say yes, when cowardice and fear nudge me to deny the convictions of my heart. I need your strength to reach out in love to those both close to me and all around me. When don’t I need your strength, God?

You are my rock, and I run to you today, believing that you will lift up my heavy arms, that you will fuel me for the tasks you’ve given me, and that your joy will completely consume the weakness of my life and make me strong again. I don’t want to stay grounded, crippled by limitations and failed attempts. I’m tired of feeble efforts. Lord, I want to mount up with wings like an eagle and not just fly. I want to soar.