This morning I arise and wipe sleep from my eyes. Slumbering steps move me slowly towards the nook in the couch, the place where I think and write and listen.
Life direction moving forward? Check.
Hold those whom I love close to your heart, Lord. Prayers made…
Worry kept at bay? Check
A sliver of sun seeps in through the window blind. I fall silent. Then, unexpectedly, fresh insights stun. Nothing I haven’t already heard, just perspective’s delivery for the day:
“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.” –Psalm 127:1-2
To my chagrin, the nuances of faith change. No longer do I think that it all depends upon me.
I glance down at my hands and imagine bruised thumbs from hammering where faith has fled. I wonder over the folly of human ambition and worrying and striving.
The pendulum on the wall clock swings and ticks ever so softly, reminding me of time cloaked in finiteness. Belief tiptoes back through my mind, and I surrender…to perspective.
This post is linked to L.L. Barkat’s blog series