It hits me after the sun finally sinks into the horizon and the clouds lose their glow and the blue tint fades from the summer sky.
I am beat.
Physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually done. Toast. Crispy. Fried. Finished.
It’s not that life isn’t good. Just the opposite. Life is so good and so rich and so much right now, it takes all my energy just to hold it close all day.
And then night comes, and I fall into bed, exhausted.
And I thank God for my blessings.
It’s the best kind of tired.
