Today I don’t feel particularly full of faith, wisdom, or inspiration. Just slightly tired and mildly overwhelmed.
I’ve got two assignments due tomorrow, one written and one very much… not. I’m heading to my parents on Saturday for the Easter break, and there’s plenty to organise. But right now, there’s no real brain space to plan any of it. I’m not dramatically empty. Not crisis empty. Just… low.
And on days like this, I think I quietly assume I have less to offer God. Less focus, less eloquence, less… something. As if my capacity determines His willingness to meet with me.
But this morning, at prayer in college, I realised something. I didn’t have much to bring. My mind wandered, my energy was low, and my prayers felt a bit… thin. But I was held by the prayers of the community around me. When I didn’t have the words, they did. When my focus slipped, their voices carried on.
And I found myself realising that’s what grace looks like sometimes. Not me striving harder. Not me pulling something impressive together. But being carried when I’ve got very little left.
Because Scripture doesn’t say, “Come to me when you are well-rested, articulate, and spiritually switched on.”
It says, “Come to me, all you who are weary…” (Matthew 11:28)
Weary doesn’t sound like someone bringing their best. It sounds like someone bringing what’s left. Maybe God isn’t waiting for the polished version of me that has time, energy, and the perfect words. Maybe He’s just as present in the half-formed prayers, the distracted thoughts, the quiet sighs in between tasks.
Grace doesn’t just meet us in our strength, it makes itself most at home in our weakness.
So today, this is what I’m bringing: a tired mind, a full (but slightly chaotic) schedule, and a scattered heart. Not much, really. And yet somehow, still enough.
Not because I’ve managed to hold it all together. But because God holds me. The God who is patient when my mind wanders, compassionate when I feel stretched thin, understanding when I have nothing particularly impressive to offer.
The God who doesn’t need me at my best to love me fully. Even today. Even like this.
I am still held.
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