Letters to a Weary Soul

The Worried Weary

Dear Friend,

I sat with one of you today in the hospital, but there are a lot more of you out there.

You are a special kind of weary.

The worried weary.

You don’t dare feel sorry for yourself. After all, you are not the one with the chronic disease, the cancer, the overwhelming depression, or the artificial knee. You know it could be worse. You see it every day.

But you are weary. Life was easier for you before they got the diagnosis. You miss those days. You weren’t the only one doing the laundry and running to the pharmacy, but now you are, and it’s exhausting.

And you are afraid and worried. What if they don’t get better? What if they pass away? What if this is the next 10 years of our life together?

But you can’t tell them your fear. You don’t want to add any extra weight to them. So you carry it silently. You cry where they can’t see you or maybe you’ve vowed to never cry at all.

The first step to knowing you are loved is trusting that you are seen. What good is it to hear that God cares for you if you don’t know that God sees you?

Interestingly, one of the first names an individual had for God was “El Roi, The One Who Sees.” (Genesis 16). There’s a lot in the story, but here is the good news:

You are not alone.

God sees you.

Right now.

Today.

Love,

Aaron