When “I’m Tired” Is the Only Prayer You’ve Got

There are days I don’t have a hallelujah.
Days when the worship songs feel too high to reach and the scriptures blur through tired eyes.
Days when I know all the right things to say… but none of them feel like they fit where I am.

And on those days? I whisper what I can:
“God, I’m tired.”
Not ungrateful. Not faithless. Just… tired.

Tired of fighting invisible battles in my body.
Tired of showing up strong when I’m barely holding it together.
Tired of hearing churchy answers when I just need someone to sit in the silence with me and not fix it.

But even in my tiredness, God doesn’t flinch.
He doesn’t shame me for my weariness.
He doesn't need me to put on a brave face to earn His presence.

He sits with me.
In the ache. In the confusion. In the quiet.
And somehow, being seen—really seen—is healing.

So today, if “I’m tired” is all you’ve got, let that be your worship.
Let your tears count as prayers.
Let your sighs be sacred.
Because God hears the language of the weary, and His strength is still made perfect in weakness.

You are holy, even here.
And you are human. That’s not failure—it’s sacred.