This morning I was reading Psalm 127. These might be familiar words…
Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.
It is vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.
Totally convicted. Felt desperate to pray. Let me be in the things that You are up to. Let me sleep like one who is loved. Let my labor not be in vain. We wait Lord for you.