N8tivegirl

I’m tired of trying to be okay,

tired of being tired.

You know the type of tired where nothing seems to fall into place,

but you keep showing up anyway.

The type of tired that has you so stressed you can’t sleep.

Your body is exhausted, but your mind won’t shut down.

You replay conversations, choices, prayers.

You keep praying for a breakthrough that looks dim in the distance,

yet you hold on because you know there has to be an end.

You smile because it’s easier than explaining.

You hold it together because falling apart feels like a luxury

you can’t afford.

You’re carrying hope and disappointment in the same hands,

asking God if He heard you the first time—

and trusting Him anyway.

This tired isn’t weakness.

It’s evidence that you’ve been strong for a long time.

Maybe today isn’t about fixing anything.

Maybe it’s about resting without guilt.

About admitting you’re worn without apologizing for it.

About believing that God’s got you

even when you can’t see how.

If all you can do today is breathe, that counts.

If all you can offer is honesty, that’s enough.

You don’t have to be okay to be held.

You don’t have to be strong to be sustained.

And even here—

especially here—

God hasn’t let you go.

God,

I’m exhausted in ways rest can’t fix.

My mind won’t slow down, my heart feels heavy,

and I’m still waiting on a breakthrough I can’t see yet.

But I believe You’re here.

Hold me when I don’t have the strength to hold it together.

Quiet my thoughts, steady my spirit,

and help me trust that You’ve got me—even now.

Amen