I am weary today. Some days I don't know HOW to not grow weary. I don't know when that due time is to reap a harvest, or if l'll even see it. This morning I thought of the apostle John, living out his days in banishment on Patmos island. Sure, he wrote some letters and a book. But I doubt he knew then what kind of harvest those would bring. So what did he do all day long, year after year after year? Did he ever grow weary? If we didn't ever grow weary, would we even need the admonition to NOT grow weary? Even my thinking is wearisome today. Does your pilgrimage ever feel heavy? Faith is keeping our eyes fixed on Jesus, regardless. Thankful even that is His work, not mine ❤️