You’re not burned out.
“Save me, God, for the waters have come up to my neck! I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me. I am weary of my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.” — Psalm 69:1-3 (WEB)
David is drowning — not metaphorically. The language here is someone going under. Water at the neck. No foothold. Sinking. And the most devastating detail: “I am weary of my crying.” He’s not tired of the problem. He’s tired of asking for help. His throat is raw. His eyes fail.
These live among our psalms for exhausted hearts — one psalm, one honest echo, every morning.
Quietly with you,
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