Tired. Everyday, tired. Sometimes I feel like it has grown so familiar, this tired feeling, since it is always there. Lean back and rest my eyes - Tiredness floats by. Settles deep into my bones; where His fire should be. Ghouls. Weighs down my spirit; where His hope should be. The anchor of my soul, seems to be the lingering presence of tiredness - A layer of dust over Hope. I lie there, barely able to move, eyes too tired. Yet I depend on His grace, His mercy, His strength, to get me through. His Love. Will lead me on another day. His grip on my arm - I know He will never let go. He whispers, "I'm always here. Remember.. My rest." I will let go of all else and rest in His green pastures & quiet waters - I know He restores my soul.