1 Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the guards stand watch in vain. 2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat— for he grants sleep to[a] those he loves. 3 Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. 4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth. 5 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.
Isn’t it amazing that the king of the universe, creator God, is keenly interested in our work habits and sleep patterns. It’s because as well as being our Lord and Saviour, He’s our Dad.
When my earthly dad hears me mention a full or taxing week he has a protective habit of reminding me to look after myself and get enough sleep. When I am sick he encourages me to, “keep up my fluids!” I love that he says it, even though I am an adult. It speaks to me about his love for me and care for me, which is exhibited in such a practical way. It reminds me that although I am grown up, my Dad is still my Dad, and I am still his child. The kind of uncomplicated trust I had as a child and complete assurance that came from my Dad’s love resurfaces. In that love I find I relax, rest, and am assured that everything will work out for good in the end.
That’s the kind of rest from toil and worry God offers us. We tend toward striving independently, but He longs to grant us true rest as we trust in Him, our provider and our Dad. When we let Him assume His rightful position as Dad, and adopt our precious position as child, we can relax into His goodness and grace.
God, thank you that you are my heavenly Dad, and that you are never going to stop being my Dad. Help me to use your name, Dad, and to rest in being your child. Thank you that because you run the universe I don’t need to work relentlessly, you are my provider and you desire good for me. Help me to show others this truth. Amen.
Written by Beth Waugh