Aren't You Tired of Running?

Sometimes it’s not the storms that break us…
…it’s the running.

Running from what we were called to do.
Running from healing.
Running from truth.
Running from the quiet voice inside that keeps saying, “There’s more to your life than this.”

Jonah knew what that felt like.

God called him to Nineveh, a hard place, a place he had no desire to go.
Instead of obeying, he ran. Far. Fast.
Not because he didn’t believe in God, but because he didn’t believe God’s way would work out for him.

But here’s what we don’t realize until we’re exhausted:
Running from God drains us more than surrendering ever could.

Jonah ended up in the belly of a great fish, not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually.
Alone. Isolated. Drenched in regret.
He said, “From deep in the realm of the dead, I cried out…”

Have you ever felt that low?
That desperate?

When everyone thinks you’re fine but inside, you feel buried?

That’s where grace found Jonah.
Not when he was preaching. Not when he was obedient.
But when he was broken.
Lost. Tired. Crying in the dark.
And God heard him.

He hears you too.

God didn’t leave Jonah in the depths.
He commanded the fish to spit him out, and gave him another chance.
Jonah’s story reminds us: God doesn’t waste our worst moments; He rescues us through them.

So... Aren't you tired of running?
From what hurt you.
From what God whispered that scared you...
Aren’t you tired?

We run trying to protect our hearts but end up breaking them more.
We run thinking we’re escaping pain but we carry it with us wherever we go.
It's time to stop.

The storm was never meant to sink you.
The fish was never meant to finish you.
It was all meant to turn you.

God still wants your “yes.”
Not your perfection.
Just your heart.

Even if it’s trembling.
Even if it’s tired.
Even if it’s late.

He’s not done writing your story.

Prayer:

Lord, I admit it… I’ve been running. Maybe not with my feet, but with my heart.
I’ve avoided Your voice because I was afraid of what You might ask of me.
But I’m tired now.
Tired of doing life my way. Tired of holding it all together.
So today, I stop. I turn. I surrender.
Not because I have all the answers, but because I trust that You do.
Thank You for loving me even in the belly of my brokenness.
Thank You for grace that reaches deep.
Give me the strength to walk where You’ve called me, even if it scares me.
I don’t want to run anymore.
Amen.