God is putting this verse in front of me lately:

 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.  Galatians 6:9

Discouragement wells inside of me, after the feeling I’ve been given the “grunt work”, the short end of the stick. In my mind, I know that God asks me to be content. Yet, my heart is screaming against what has been unfair and unjust.

And, I wonder too, what is the answer to all of the prayers for salvation of loved ones? It is tempting to grow weary.
I feel helpless at times, being so far away from aging parents. I spoke to someone today who “understood” what it is like to live far away from aging parents. You want to be there and be part of it, but you cannot.

More of it is welled up inside. I wonder how many are like me, holding in the tears like a finger stuck in an old glass soda bottle.

Lost and caught in the daily waves of life, my writing is dusty; I can’t think of what to say, like a rusty piece of metal, I am squeaking out the words on the page. Does creativity only occur in spurts, or bursts?

When I don’t write, no one reads. I wish my writing weren’t so “forgettable. ” Haha.
So, now I just write, and let it be what it is. If I write it, the readers will come. Apparently we are so wired and into social media — I am amazed at how many comments one article could produce, how many likes, etc. So if I write, there will be some readers. What, exactly, I wonder, is the world doing each day? We’re stuck with our noses down into the screen, that’s what.

So the lesson is– “do not grow weary” in writing, either. I have neglected  it for many days and months, losing my momentum, back when I was writing 3-4 times per week.

Do not grow weary in the grunt work. In the un-appreciation. In the hard things. In some very hard things. In praying. In all of it.

Do not grow weary!