When God orchestrates uncomfortable
Tired. Exhausted. Worn-out. Fatigued. Dog-tired. Dead-beat. Zonked. Shattered. Bone-tired. These words are…
my own, from my heart flow, I love you, I love you, I love you!
Wait, no, this is not a Natasha Bedingfield song.
What do all of these words have in common? They are synonymous with one another. They are quite tired of you ask me. I’m not negating or ignoring the fact that some people genuinely feel like these words 24 hours a day, seven days a week and I extend my heart and compassion to them. However, I am 28-years-old… I haven’t even reached my thirties and I will NOT allow myself to feel like these words. I have absolutely nothing medically wrong with me and so I have no excuse. Sometimes people try to make me feel better when I say I’m tired by reminding me that I am a mom of two kids… um, how could I forget?