My bed calls to me…
This morning Lord, my heart is dull and seems only half alive. I come before you only by my will, not my desire. I am tired and weary after a night of tossing and turning. My muscles ache, I am weak, the bed is calling me back. Why is my soul so fickle and seemingly so subject to the weaknesses of my flesh? One day it is inflamed with passion for you. The next, it is lifeless – because of sleep? Still, I love you Jesus my love. Still, I desire to give all of myself to you. Still I ask that you give me strength to serve you – that you grant that I may love you always – and then do with me what you will.
Theophilus…
“Come, all you who are weary and heavy laden, I will give you rest.”
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