Been especially tired of late. Just some thoughts as I deal with the cantankerous side of living with physical limitations…🙂

Lord, want to be doing.

Want to be moving.

Want to be seeking.

Instead, here I sit stewing,

A vast little proving,

And deeper purpose?-

Long, long years ago it seems

Since I was peaking!

Oh, I know that’s not really so!

But, oh, Lord, I am tired!

Body and soul are fizzling.

The “shoulds” all pop like a

Stovetop sizzling!

But, nevertheless,

I confess, I am feeling…


Lofty words are coming


Supposed to be a helpmate.

Yet, why am I made so helpless

To so many tasks?

Perhaps, mine is not meant to

Fret on how I feel I don’t equate.

Yet, in me still exists this


A burning to ask…

Some days, maybe, it’s just the

World’s arbitrary demands

That are too much weight

For me.

If go based upon such a heavy slate,

I will never be able to pony up

The fee…

Yet, I know Your hand,

Ever there it is to heal and to


Though, in the physical realm,

The tiredness is sometimes,

Oftentimes, known to remain,

You, too, remain,

Ever there to guide and to


And ever worthy of

Highest praise-

That which You lend me strength

To give, so sweet and so free,

No matter what persists


And You gently remind how

I will feint not!

As I step into Your existence,

To feel the reassuring touch long sought,

And You call out the praiser

Yet inside of me…

Lord, want to be doing,

Want to be moving,

Want to be seeking

Yet, you remind me Your purpose

Above all else is what counts

In the midst of humanity’s

Desperate eking…

32 thoughts on “When the Helper Feels Helpless

      1. The Lord should come first. I always feel like sleeping as long as I possibly can and then it takes 3-5 cups of coffee to get me motivated to do anything. Or just wait until my laziness becomes guilt by 3-4 o’clock and then try to get stuff done.

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      2. Ah, yes! Now, what is sleep again? Lol. I am the official alarm clock for all in the house ( Except maybe my 15 year old who is really not a typical teen in any way except maybe his love of Marvel. 😁). It’s really the rest of my day I would love to feel I could do more with. Sigh. But, my body leaves me only *some* days for feeling somewhat energetic. Eh, but there is always, always prayer and praise. 🙂

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      3. My sleep is a series of naps between the hours of 11-5…

        You’re a mom. You have superpowers that we have no idea about. And my deepest respect!

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  1. Beautifully written, dear Marisa. Sometimes I miss how much housework I could accomplish in a day. Now I rejoice if I manage to do even a tenth of what I used to do. Thank you for reminding us what matters most.
    Blessings – Wendy Mac

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    1. I can see a lot of people relate – I do, too.
      In my meditations on the various pieces of the “armor of God” I thought about the “belt of truth” and how many different kinds of belts we use. When I was a kid, when we went water skiing we wore a “ski belt,” so that when we wiped out we wouldn’t sink! (You can probably guess where this is going … ) God’s truth in my life keeps me from sinking under the demands and difficulties. If I focus on His Word and His promises, He keeps me “afloat” in spite of all that’s going on around me; I won’t drown in my circumstances. 😉

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  2. Ah, thank you, friend! I love that analogy. So very true! He indeed keeps us from sinking. Yes, if I understand the question there, some of it does come down to the housework, though I do employ a nifty and flexible system that doesn’t overburden *too* many of my days. ☺ Other issues arise from trying to be there for each of my loved ones and their various, often pressing needs and the fact I have the occasional wrestling match in my head with the fact my struggles have rendered employment and even some more physical volunteer opportunities rather undoable. It’s hard sometimes to recognize a contribution to the kingdom of God mostly made in my own four walls, particularly when I let myself get caught up in the world’s standards of a successful life. All that said, I know the Lord has each of us exactly where He needs us to be. 🙂Thanks again for your thoughts here! Blessings to you.


  3. LOL, the housework comment was just my response to Wendy’s comment. Let’s just say I’m not known for my housework. (eye roll) (Housework? What’s that?)
    Whatever we have on our plates, it’s almost always “too much.” I think that’s life’s way of forcing us to set priorities. And the right priorities are going to vary from one person to the next. We have different callings, so comparing ourselves to others can be counterproductive and drain the joy right out of us.

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    1. Oh, ok. Now, I get it! LOL. I can empathize. The other nifty part of my system is my handy dandy chore chart for the kiddos, many of their responsibilities being things I hate doing but they happen to be good at. 😁 And, yes, that is an excellent point. We are all called to different things, different priorities. Reminds me of Paul’s great write-up about spiritual gifts in 1 Corinthians 12. ☺ Thanks again for adding your thoughts and wisdom to the conversation. Looking over this whole thread, I feel thoroughly encouraged. 😊

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  4. Fatigued, exhausted and tired are words I can relate to. That’s been my story too for about the last decade or so. It’s a tough gig. But God is good, and this too isn’t without purpose. Hang in there and keep processing your thoughts through poetry. It’s a gift. ☺

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    1. Hi, Tina! Glad you found something to relate to, empathize that this is something you deal with, too! It’s a tough gig indeed! I agree-God is so good to us through it all! I appreciate your encouragement here! Blessings to you! ☺

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