Do Not Grow Weary
“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.”
— Galatians 6:9
This verse struck me deeply during a recent Sunday sermon. Do not grow weary. I feel that in my bones. My wife and I both work full-time jobs and homeschool our four children. Weary is the word that too often defines our state of being. Weary of the endless cleaning up of other people’s messes. Weary of waking up day after day to wash, rinse, repeat. When will it end?
The time change hit me especially hard this year. Darkness seems to linger. Dawn and dusk feel like uninvited guests who refuse to leave. Summer’s long evenings—lightning bugs flittering across the yard, cookouts with friends by the lake—are over for now. Sweaters, hot soup, wood smoke, and early bedtimes have taken their place. It feels like the inevitable weariness that follows a long season of productivity has arrived too quickly, amplified by nature’s course.
Or perhaps… this is a gift.
Could the change of seasons be God’s way of providing rest?
Work and responsibilities must go on—there’s no doubt. But maybe I don’t need to push so hard. Maybe I can give myself permission to say no to a few extra requests. Maybe an earlier bedtime isn’t weakness, but wisdom. Maybe this season is meant for slowing down.
Tonight, I read several chapters of Nancy Drew: The Mystery of the Hidden Staircase aloud to my children. We soaked in the warmth of the woodstove and the comfort of the living room rug as the girls sprawled out, listening intently. We followed the story with an episode of The Andy Griffith Show and homemade chocolate chip cookies.
“Time for bed,” I whisper as I kiss the tops of their heads and pray over them.
There is no greater joy than having all my family safe, fed, and warm under one roof. 
I am weary—yes.
Weary of the grind.
Weary of the rushing.
Weary of pushing so hard.
But I will not grow weary in doing the good work I was put here to do. The joy found in that work is more than enough.
So, during this holiday season, remember to be grateful for your blessings. Hug the ones you love. And do not grow weary in well doing.
Sunny days will come—
in due season.
