September
Father, I'm exhausted five days into September. I'm running at capacity with no margin, treating busyness as virtue and rest as laziness. I've violated the rhythm you designed, ignored your command for Sabbath, convinced myself I can't afford to stop when there's so much to do. This isn't
September
Five days into September, you're settling into this month's rhythm. Work, responsibilities, obligations pulling at you. The summer's lazy pace is gone; fall's intensity is building. School started, schedules filled, margin disappeared. You're tired already and September just began. God de
September
Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. You're carrying too much. I'm offering rest. Come.