Come All you Weary

I went in to the adoration chapel today for the first time in a couple of months, went to the kneeler and began trying to pray -- trying to think of the right things to say: the things that would stir my heart and be sufficient praise and thanks. I tried as hard as I could to block out the battering outside thoughts continually darting through my weary guard and interrupting my prayer. This battle was soon lost. I leaned forward over the pew, inhaled, exhaled and simply...was. 

I spend so much time trying to fight for You and stand up for You. My heart and mind ache and grow weary at the injustice, lies, anger and hatred for You. Now that I come before You -- really truly You -- do I let myself be with Love? Do I sit in the presence of the One for whom I ache and fight? No, I continue fighting to say the right thing to You, to say the magic phrase that will stir my heart for You, be pleasing to You, or I just worry and sigh over the injustices that irk me so. You have asked, invited, wanted to weary to come to You and find their rest -- You are. It is enough for me, at times, not to talk, not to ask, apologize, or praise, but to simply be.