Psalm 127



by Guest Writer Tabitha

As a mother, few scriptures offer as much peace, specific to the calling, as Psalm 127.

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 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.

The only way to effectively make a home, protect a family, or conquer that to-do list is to rest in the King.  This is good news to tired and weary mothers! Though nights may be long and dreamless, souls find rest when they come to the gentle Christ.  He exchanges heavy burdens for an easy yoke (Matthew 11:28-30).  Duties, many as they may be, have the ability to overwhelm or bring joy to a mom, depending on the source of the strength used to accomplish the tasks.  When it is the work of the Lord, one delights in it (Psalm 111); when it is human effort, it is vanity.  It is only by the Lord's strength that a woman can maintain responsibilities of Proverbs 31 proportion and not end up irritated and exhausted, but rather satiated and renewed.  A mother who submits her control and chooses submissive service to the Lord as he puts together, grows, and cares for her family is sure to find home, a place of rest.  This rest is not one of inactivity but of engagement and dwelling with Creator.  A mom, so clinging to Jesus finds strength that does not cower, weary, or faint (Isaiah 40:31).  In light of these truths, work that accompanies children no longer seems daunting.  Mamas who love God with their all can go about freely teaching their children about that love (Deuteronomy 6:4-9), trusting not in their own attempts, but the perfect work and promises of the Lord.  

Imagine how God might use a mother who were to submit her entire household to the Lord's reign and forfeit stress, hurry, and discontentment.  What a true warrior such a woman would be, fully covered in God's armor, ready for the good fight.  It would seem that such a battle-ready soldier would carry straight and sharp arrows, indeed.  Arrows, children, who are ready to serve the same King.  And what more does a mother, an adopted daughter of God, want for her own daughters and sons than the same costly soul rest with which she has been so freely graced?