Dear friend — I do not know your name. I know your fatigue. There is a particular flavor of tired that comes from believing for a long time. From praying for the same broken thing for a decade. From showing up at church when the gas tank of your soul reads empty.
I want to tell you what the gospel keeps telling me on those days. He has paid for ALL the sins of ALL humanity. He has done the work. You did not bring Him in. You cannot run Him out. The exhaustion you feel does not signal His absence; it signals your enduring humanity.
Rest. Not the rest of escape, but the rest of being upheld by Someone whose arm does not get tired. Let Him be God this week. He's good at it.