I’ve been losing sleep and going nuts trying to get this mech game done. Scratch that. Trying to get it started. And it’s been tearing me up. Walmart is not how I want to pay the bills for mi familia. Not because it’s unglamorous but because A) I hate it, and B) it won’t be enough when the kids turn up.
And then, last night, while talking with my wife…
Unless the LORD builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over a city,
the watchman stays awake in vain.
It is in vain that you rise up early
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.
Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
I’ve referred to this psalm often before. But I had never thought to associate the first and second half. For that matter, I’ve never wondered why a psalm might go for while talking about how God lets his beloved get the occasional nap, and then suddenly switch to how great kids are.
But last night, I went looking for the first half to explain to my wife how I needed to trust God more, and lo and behold, there was the second half built right in.
It is almost as if it were written to address the specific worries I am now facing. And why not? It’s not like said worries have never come up before in the history of mankind!
Psalm 127 is attributed to Solomon, not David.