When The Pressure Is Building…

This post is written to link with Five Minute Friday: write for five minutes on a one-word prompt.  The prompt today is “build.”

lego-blocks-2458575_640

“Unless the Lord builds a house,
    the work of the builders is wasted.
Unless the Lord protects a city,
    guarding it with sentries will do no good.
 It is useless for you to work so hard
    from early morning until late at night,
anxiously working for food to eat;
for God gives rest to his loved ones.”
(Psalm 127:1-2 NLT)

Why do I so often feel like it all depends on me?

That I have to fix it, that I have to make it happen, that everything is down to my hard work and effort?

I feel like I’m building God’s house, doing his work, and I know the things I’m trying to do are good, but surely that sense of pressure and that feeling of exhaustion are signs that something has gone wrong.

It’s an ongoing battle.  Just when I think I’ve defeated the control monster, it rears up again and I find myself in its grip once more.  It fires its lies at me and, too readily, I listen.

These verses call me back to the truth: it does not depend on my work, but on God’s.  Unless the work is truly his, it is pointless.  I can give it my all, but without God it will count for nothing.

“for God gives rest to his loved ones.”

Surely it’s not that he doesn’t want us to work, but the rest in our souls that comes from knowing that God is ultimately in control and we are not.

I love David’s words to Solomon to prepare him for the task of building the Temple:

“Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Don’t be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you. He will see to it that all the work related to the Temple of the Lord is finished correctly.”  (1 Chronicles 28:20 NLT)

Solomon was called to do the work, but it was God’s responsibility to see that it was finished correctly.

May we find rest in that truth today!

 

Advertisements

14 thoughts on “When The Pressure Is Building…

  1. Lovely, Lesley. The ind of refreshment we all need.

    But here in the season of death, it’s still in God’s hands, but a lot DOES depend on me…

    When we began this quest
    to save our four-legged friends
    we didn’t plan for the cruel jest
    of seeing how my life ends.
    They are in my love and care
    while Barb earns our daily bread,
    and on my shoulders I must bear
    their needs, keeping them fed.
    It doesn’t matter how I feel,
    nor cancer’s creeping exhaustion.
    My frailties must be brought to heel,
    and rest is not an option.
    ‘Twas an odd plan for God to devise
    but I would not have it otherwise.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. “‘Twas an odd plan for God to devise”- that’s so often true, isn’t it? His ways are not ours. I love your faithfulness in caring for your dogs even in your pain, and I love the joy that they bring to you as well.

      Like

  2. Great post! I thought of God’s command for a Sabbath while reading this. He calls us to work, but he also gave us the beautiful gift of rest. It’s hard when the world around us tells us to keep working and keep building! God is good, and gracious.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. “Solomon was called to do the work, but it was God’s responsibility to see that it was finished correctly.”

    I’ll be pondering this for awhile. Like you, I get easily caught up in the pressure and feel like it’s all on me. But it’s not. I needed this reminder today!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. This was one of those posts I obviously needed for myself. It wasn’t at all what I expected to come out when I sat down to write! I’m glad it was helpful for you too!

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.