Into Your Arms Tonight

Lord Jesus, I am tired. Not just physically tired — though my body aches for rest — but tired in my soul. The day was long, the burdens were heavy, and I come to You tonight empty-handed, with nothing left to give. "Come to me, all you who labor and are heavily burdened, and I will give you rest." — Matthew 11:28 I come, Lord. Just as I am. No pretense, no performance. I do not come with eloquent words tonight. I come with a sigh, a whisper, and the last embers of a day spent.