It’s finally the weekend, and I am so looking forward to catching up on some sleep!
This week I’ve had two nights where sleep barely showed up. You know the kind, the ones where you’re tossing, turning, watching the clock tick past hour after hour, and finally sleeping when it’s almost time for the alarm to tell you it’s time to get up! So that when you get up you feel like your body is moving through treacle.
During both the first and second nights of little sleep, my tiredness wasn’t just physical. It seeped into my thoughts, my patience, and every part of me. I found myself snapping at small things, struggling to focus, and wondering how on earth I’d get through the day.
And yet, in the middle of that fog, I noticed something. Fatigue has a way of stripping us back. It reminds us we’re not invincible, not machines, but human beings who need rest. It forces us to slow down, even if reluctantly.
I caught myself humming a hymn while making coffee – “Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow.” It felt ironic at first, but then I realised: even when I’m exhausted, God’s grace doesn’t run out. My energy may be gone, but His presence remains.
So here’s what I’ve learned:
- Tiredness is a teacher: It shows me my limits and tries to help me ‘give up’ on the unhelpful thoughts that have lingered in my thoughts.
- Grace meets me in weakness: I don’t have to be strong to be loved.
- Small joys still shine: A warm mug, a kind word, a hymn in the background—tiny reminders of hope.
If you’ve had nights like mine this week, know you’re not alone. Weariness is real, but it doesn’t get the final word. Rest will come. Renewal will follow. And in the meantime, we can lean on the One who never slumbers nor sleeps.
The Distinct Dot 
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