💔 Post:
There are days I don’t have the strength to pray.
Days when I don’t want to pretend.
Days when all I can say is, “God, I’m tired.”
Tired of being strong.
Tired of holding the weight of grief.
Tired of missing my son, my husband, and my mother.
I’ve discovered something in those moments—something sacred.
Even when I don’t have the words, God still hears me.
Even when I’m too exhausted to kneel, He still meets me.
Even when I have no more strength, He becomes my strength.
💬 This is not a polished prayer. This is a weary whisper.
And that’s more than enough.
If you’re carrying heavy grief right now—if you’re barely making it through the day—I want you to know that God is near. You don’t need to have the right words. You don’t need to “get over it.” You only need to come, as you are.
He understands tired. He understands tears. He understands you.
This blog—and this chapter of my life—is for the weary soul who wonders if God is still listening.
He is.
And He still offers rest.
“Even when you can’t speak the prayer, God hears the ache.”
#TonyaJonesAuthor #FaithInGrief #GodImTired
Have you been too tired to pray lately? That’s okay. God knows your heart. If this post spoke to you, share it with someone who needs a reminder that rest is holy, and God’s arms are always open.
