March 28, 2013
Do I do it for Him? Or do I strive for my own too-high standards?
See somewhere along the way I broke the order. I became the watchman, I became the builder. And I've lost sleep, lost peace, lost my mind sometimes, lost time, lost the gift of love. The gift of care.
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.
He is my watchmen over my life, the builder of my dreams, the granter of sweet restoring rest. It's about time I took Him up on his goodness and strength and let myself "let go" of the work for awhile.
On that note, off to bed,
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