Sunday Morning Musings: Weariness in Well-Doing
Let us not be weary in well-doing, for in due season we shall reap if we faint not.
I know, not the easiest translation of that verse, but something about it flows so poetically for me. An urging: let us not; the timing: in due season; a promise: we shall reap.
NIV refers to the timing of the promise this way: "for at the proper time." Often we give to and work on and pray for something for ages, without seeing much result, or even seeming to move backwards. We are convinced of the rightness of our path, but the toiling onward with little reward leads us right past that bog of weariness. How tempting it is to stop and wallow for awhile! "But I've been working so hard!" "I'm so worn out by all this stress!" "If only. . ." Weariness finds us, of that we can be sure, but it is simple (and so difficult!) to step back on the road and continue one. This kind of weariness that drags down the spirit and settles in the bones can only be eased by the One who took on all worldy cares for our sake. It is a matter of lifting your eyes toward true, lasting Joy. Lifting them again and again.