I’d be okay with mornings if they didn’t come around so often. Or so early.

I actually managed to wake up on my own in time to make it to work, which is a good thing since the volume on my radio alarm clock got mysteriously turned all the way down. Weird.

But I’m glad tomorrow is Friday. Mostly because it’s my half-day at work and because I get to sleep in the next day. Woot!

I know what it’s like to be tired, and I also know what it’s like to be soul-weary, where all the sleep in the world does no good. Soul-weary looks like going through the motions because you’ve lost all hope and can’t see things getting any better.

I love that Jesus offers those people an invitation. Come to me, all you who are soul-weary and overworked, He says, and I will give you rest for your soul. Not just physical rest, but soul-rest.

Oh, and Jesus promises to work everything for our good. That means things will get better, and so will you.