found online by Raymond
From North Carolina pastor John Pavlovitz:
She smiled widely and then leaned in with genuine concerned and quietly pressed for details: “So what are you tired of?”
I couldn’t come up with an answer that seemed sufficient in the thirty seconds we had remaining before our takeout orders were ready (and honestly I didn’t feel right baring my soul surrounded by complete strangers in front of a full deli case) so I laughed and said, “Oh, you know!”—and quickly changed the subject.
But on the way home her question was still hanging there in my head: What am I tired of?
Hatred.
That’s it. I’m tired of hatred—like, really tired.