Psalm 127

Psalm 127

Unless the Lord builds the house,

    the builders labor in vain.

Unless the Lord watches over the city,

    the guards stand watch in vain.

In vain you rise early

    and stay up late,

toiling for food to eat—

    for he grants sleep to those he loves.

Children are a heritage from the Lord,

    offspring a reward from him.

Like arrows in the hands of a warrior

    are children born in one’s youth.

Blessed is the man

    whose quiver is full of them.

They will not be put to shame

    when they contend with their opponents in court.

I try and take control all the time. I try to plan and have everything neatly sorted and laid out. But life doesn't work that way.

He calls me to something more than a life of toil.

He calls me to a life of love.

So as I type these words with a throbbing headache after days of little sleep and too much stress, as I worry myself to sickness, I find conviction in these words. 

But I also find hope.

I no longer need to struggle in vain. I no longer need to fight through my day for some small fraction of control. Because He is in control. He is with me and He loves me.

Tonight, I find peace in Him. I find rest in His arms as He guides me in the coming moments. I find solace in His mercy and courage in His path before me.

I need not fight for control anymore, I need not fool with it. For He is with me and His plans are far more than anything I could ask or imagine. 

He is in control.

His plan is perfect.

Always.

As for God, his way is perfect: The LORD's word is flawless; he shields all who take refuge in him. Psalm 18:30 

When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy. 

Psalm 94:19