1 Kings 19:4 (ESV) But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness and came and sat down under a broom tree. And he asked that he might die, saying, “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my fathers.”
Hebrews 12:1–2 (ESV) Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, 2 looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.
Oh, the weight of it.
The madness of its remaining.
The sadness of its recurring eruptions.
The weariness of refusing its draw.
The helplessness of self to hold fast.
The cyclic grief of failure.
You alone can bear me.
The wonder of your patience.
The joy of your continual cleansing.
The hope of your promises.
The strength of your saving grace.
The perpetual shadow of the cross.