Yoked to Our Kind King

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden,

and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your soulsMatt. 11:28-29

He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle. Isa. 43:2

Lord Jesus, on this last day of September, we are grateful you are comfortably enthroned on a throne of grace—perpetually, joyfully, and with endless burden-bearing love. When we feel like “weak reeds” or “flickering candles,” you don’t judge us, you welcome us. You don’t roll your eyes with disgust, you open your arms with delight. You promise us a rest you alone can give. Thank you.

We bring you our heavy hearts about our divided nation, revealing a meanness that has us reeling. We’ve never longed more intensely for the fullness of your Kingdom. Let us see and savor your sovereignty at work in these coming weeks.

Jesus, sometimes the sheer demandingness and busyness of life makes us want to get a one-way ticket to a faraway quiet and secret place. We have more plates to spin than arms. Help us discern between critical matters and back-burner issues.

We bring you the weariness that comes from seeking to love others as you love us. No aspect of our lives is more delightful, and yet more depleting, than our relationships. As parents and spouses, children and friends, co-workers and neighbors, grant us grace, wisdom, and strength, Lord Jesus.

Give us thick skin and big hearts, grace-words and long fuses for loving well. Grant us the gift of good, deep, restorative sleep too. Help us rely more on you, and less on sugar, caffeine, or control.

We trust you for all the grace, friends, and strength we will need, for the days and demands in front of us. Free us to be simultaneously weak and hopeful. So very Amen we pray, in your kind and trust-worthy name.