Sometimes I get tired. Really tired. Tired of getting up, tired of getting dressed, tired of seeing people, tired of smiling, and frowning…tired of all expression. Are you starting to get what I am saying ? Today, while perusing Instagram, pretending to know all of the fashion bloggers that I follow, I came across someone that I actually do know. She posted lyrics, and a video to a song that was wrecking her today. I love when people are wrecked, and even in my tired state, I had energy for this…the suggestion of worship, the invitation to join in the wreckage had been extended. The whisper of the word FATHER touches me in places that I can’t get to on my own. I played the song.
rock a bye baby , come and rest
you’ve been tired lately…lay your head down
don’t you think maybe I know best…I’ve been a father for a long time.
Yeah. That. Thank you Lora, I needed it so. I get by with a little help from my friends, and the promise that my father knows best.