It’s the kind of tired that settles deep, not just in your bones, but in your spirit. The kind of tired that follows a week full of pouring out, showing up, making decisions, holding space, and carrying burdens that aren’t always your own. It’s been a long week… but it hasn’t been wasted.

This is the sacred tension: exhaustion and gratitude holding hands.

Because while your body might ache and your mind may crave quiet, your heart knows something beautiful, this week mattered. The conversations, the care, the hidden sacrifices, the unseen prayers, the hard things you did anyway—they were seeds sown with purpose.

And so, we pause—not just to rest, but to give thanks.

Not just for the strength to get through, but for the privilege of being part of something bigger than ourselves. For the grace that met us in early mornings and late nights. For the people we served, the ones who surprised us, the laughter that snuck in when we needed it most, and the reminders that we are never alone.

Scripture reminds us: “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters.” (Colossians 3:23)

That changes everything.

It means the spreadsheet wasn’t just a task. It was stewardship. The counseling session wasn’t just a job. It was holy ground. The meal you delivered, the hug you offered, the weary smile you gave anyway; those were offerings. Worship, in motion.

So yes, you’re tired. But let that tired be evidence of a life poured out with intention.

And as you exhale, may gratitude be your companion not just for what was accomplished, but for the One who walked with you through it all.

Take a breath. Say thank you. And let that be enough for today.

You did well, friend.