Dear Father,
Wednesday 11th November 2026
I struggled today. Not exactly sure why, but I did. I am not processing names; I am attempting to make people's lives better, not just the individual whom I hold at any given moment, but all who are, and maybe will be, in contact with them.
But I grow weary as one after another comes. It is not just the person; it is the expectation from others that increases the pressure. I have to sense when I should stop so that I can continue; it is usually well after time has run out.
I hear the verse, “Grow not weary in doing good, for in due season you will reap if you do not faint.” Galatians 6:9
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Well, I haven’t fainted, so I look for the reaping!
May I continue to listen to you in the murmurs of my heart to know when to keep going and, at other times, to rest.
I felt discouraged at a point today, but I kept going. I know you as a father who does not give up on us. I know you will renew my strength.
I pray, for as I pray, something is happening; I feel encouraged, and I feel held, knowing that you who hold the earth hold me.
Does the earth get tired? Do you get tired? Of course not; you are life, and as I open to you, I will be filled. I will be directed, though; as a man, I will bend the knee to surrender when it is time to rest and in so doing, acknowledge you as Life and me as an expression of it.
In your son’s name,
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