I know we are only a few weeks into the heat, but I am tired now. The same tired as finals week. The tired at the end of a 12 mile run. The tired where you blink for a second, and your eyes don't open back up. That is summer, to me.
God has been giving me a grace to keep going, though. Interesting little things here or there to keep my eyes awake.
A conversation with an atheist coworker who says he doesn't think he has ever met a creationist, besides me? It breaks my heart, but increases my boldness. To be kind, to be joyful, to show light.
A second interview that I feel peaceful about, whether or not I get the job.
A new perfume.
Iced espresso with dark caramel.
A best friend who wants me to try a billion pie recipes.
Steak nights with my dad.
Praying with abandon: not hiding anything from God, whether or not saying these things out loud is going to end in weeping or desperation.
It feels clean, amidst the sweaty battles that we are fighting. Amidst hurt and hurt and hurt after hurt.
In the tired comes the blessing that it is very easy to start laughing.
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