In almost every conversation I am in, I find people who are weary. Not just tired, the kind of tired that a nap can help, the kind of tired that better sleep, better eating, better habits could resolve.
The kind of soul drainedness that results from sorrow, when we are learning how to go on in our grief. The kind of heart-fatigue that shows up at the hospital day after day, not seeing an end but being committed in sickness and in health. The kind of body-batteredness that comes from chronic illness of the body or the mind, yours or someone else’s.
In the face of this kind of weariness, we need someone who can walk with, sit with, be with.
There are several pictures of Jesus that show up in Isaiah, generations before Jesus shows up on the earth. Images of him being abandoned, being abused, being despised. And then, right before one of those images, we read this: “The Sovereign Lord has given me a well-instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being instructed.”
The words of Jesus, coming from one who was in a weary body and yet offered hope, are worth considering morning by morning.