Living with Loren

Have you ever just been sick and tired?

Sick and tired of work.
Sick and tired of people.
Sick and tired of that one person.
Sick and tired of being… sick and tired!

In full transparency, I started this blog to help me get over that kind of tired. The kind that seeps into your bones. The kind that makes you question everything. Writing has been a place of healing. Sharing has been freeing. This space reminds me that even in my lowest, I still have a voice.

But today?

Today was a day.

I felt every emotion on the spectrum—joy, peace, laughter, grief, Sick and Big Tired, frustration, loneliness, and a strange sense of calm that crept in and surprised me.

I found myself in the kitchen, prepping bottles and milk for the next day—just trying to make it through the nighttime routine. Somewhere in the middle of it all, I started humming, “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.” Yes, that old hymn. Yes, I’m an old soul—raised in a rural African Baptist church where that song held weight. And without even thinking, my spirit chose it for me.

After that, I turned on YouTube—randomly, or so I thought—and landed on a Steven Furtick sermon. And that’s when it hit me.

That song I had been humming wasn’t just background noise. It was a battle cry. A spiritual—tied to freedom, endurance, and hope. A song that carried our ancestors through slavery. A song that became a rallying anthem in the Civil Rights movement. A song that, even now, whispered “You are not alone.”

It was what I needed… and I didn’t even know I needed it.

Sometimes, we’re so rooted in survival that our souls hum songs of preservation. Our bodies move on autopilot, our minds spin, but our spirits remember where the healing lives.

That’s God.

That’s alignment.

That’s the difference between barely making it and actually being carried through.

The sermon reminded me: God will position you. He will order your steps even when you’re walking in circles. He hears tired prayers, even the ones that come out as hums in the kitchen.

So if you’re reading this, and you’re somewhere between “sick” and “Big Tired,” take this as your sign to pause.

Breathe.
Pray.
Cry if you need to.
Laugh if you can.
Rest.
Re-center.

You’re not alone.
God hears tired voices, too.
And sometimes, He sends a chariot in the form of a song.

Until Next Time,

Keep Living!

Love, Loren