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I AM TIRED
BY: MARK ANTHONY ROSOLOWSKI


I was praying the other day, my usual form of prayer, just me talking to God, not a formal prayer, really more of a conversation. As I spoke to God, I started to think about what I had been through, all the suffering and all of the torment. As I finished talking to God, I added in, "God, I am tired."

I got into bed and laid there for awhile in the dark just thinking about what I had said to God, thinking to myself, “Yes, I am tired, I deserve a rest.” I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, in my dream I envisioned Noah building the Ark. I saw his neighbors ridiculing him, throwing stones at him, but yet he toiled on, till he was finished. I saw Noah with the animals in the Ark, feeding them and tending to their needs, he labored for what seemed like an eternity, he did so without complaint, and he did so for his love of God.

I drifted away from Noah and saw another man, his name was Job, I saw how Job prayed to God and how devoted he was to our Lord. No matter what came to Job he accepted it and praised God even more. There was no amount of pain or suffering that could turn Job away from God. Job continually professed his love for God, not once did Job cry out that he was tired and did not want to finish, he just kept going for his love of God.

As I slept I continued to dream, I saw men and women come into my dream, some I recognized from stories I was told, others I did not. The remarkable thing about each and everyone was that they never once stopped doing what God had asked of them. Not a single one stopped and said, “Lord, I am too tired, I do not want to carry on.” Each one worked until his or her job was done and as they finished they closed their eyes and were called home.

When I woke, I laid in bed thinking, maybe each and every hardship I am having is to make me stronger. Everything that has happened to me is in God’s plan for me as it is for each and every one of us. The death of my wife, made me into a stronger believer, gave me added energy to do the work God wants me to do. My heart attack, stroke and the finding of the MS has slowed me down but has not stopped me. I use to wonder when I had to give up being a Paramedic, my hands which God blessed with the ability to help others I saw as useless, but now with my time I write, to convey to others a little inspiration, my hands are still being used by God, it is the work he wants me to do.

Looking at what the men and women did before me how can I even think of complaining about being tired or needing a rest. I got out of bed filled with a new energy, a renewable energy, that is endless, now as I finish my prayer instead of saying that I am tired, I ask God, to give me His renewable energy so that I can continue on with the work that he has chosen for me to do.