Psalm 127: 1 Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the guard keeps watch in vain. 2 It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives sleep to his beloved.
These verses always speak to me. I was reading a note I wrote a year ago when I read Psalm 127. I remember feeling the weight of Covid time. Being overwhelmed. Thinking how our regular Thanksgiving and Christmas activities were mostly off the table. Mostly convinced I had to figure it all out. My job. My responsibility. Gorging on the bread of anxious toil.
This year I’m in a better place, mostly because I have let go of the illusion I can handle everything myself. I cannot. And so I’ve gotten better at letting the Lord build the house. I still catch myself carrying burdens that are not mine, but I’m improving. Thank you Jesus. Amen.