Psa 127:1-5
A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

Unless the LORD builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the LORD guards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.

It is vain for you to rise up early,
To retire late,
To eat the bread of painful labors
For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.

Behold, children are a gift of the LORD,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.

How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
They will not be ashamed
When they speak with their enemies in the gate.

All our labor is vanity unless the Lord is the one building.

We can work and work…
At projects…
At goals…
But unless it is of the Lord it is vanity.

The Lord alone builds “the house”.
The Lord along guards the city.

Then this.
The Lord gives to His beloved even in his sleep.

We work.
We stress.
We labor.
We try.
All the while, the Lord is saying “rest in Me”, “trust in Me”, “‘work’ in Me”.
He will give to us even as we sleep.

He is the Source.
He is the Provide.

Now, rest upon your night bed in expectation…

https://www.patreon.com/dalealanmoore
http://dalemoore.podbean.com