Waking up at 2 am with the echoes of my Ecclesiastes hunt from yesterday and Solomon’s words of “meaningless, meaningless, everything’s meaningless” isn’t exactly ideal for my exhaustion. My dreams circled around these words in my few hours of slumber and as I woke to use the bathroom (for the millionth time during the night as a pregnant woman), I stared into the dark hum of the night, thoughts still richocheting on Solomon’s book.
My cousin had this intriguing post on Facebook a couple weeks ago that perhaps was the catalyst of some of my recent brain activity. She quoted Lysa Tyrkest, “Food can fill our stomaches, but never our souls. Possessions can fill our houses, but never our hearts. Sex can fill our nights, but never our hunger for love. Children can fill our days, but never our identities. Jesus wants us to know only He can fill us and truly satisfy us.”
What do you think about that, Solomon?
But maybe, even though He never knew Christ, that’s exactly what he was getting at and I am too blind to see it.
All over scripture, God speaks through His Word saying that only HE can satisfy the longings of our hearts, the questionings and searchings. Only He fills. He even goes as far to say that all things will pass away, but He will NEVER pass away.
Solomon says the same thing in his last chapter of Ecclesiastes. Quoting from The Message, a paraphrase:
Honor and enjoy your Creator while you’re still young, before the years take their toll and your vigor wanes, before your vision dims and the world blurs and the winter years keep you close to the fire.
In old age, your body will no longer serve you so well. Muscles slacken, grip weakens, joints stiffen. The shades are pulled down on the world. You can’t come and go at will. Things grind to a halt. The hum of the household fades away. You are wakened now by bird-song. Hikes to the mountains are a thing of the past. Even a stroll down the road has its terrors. Your hair turns apple-blossom white, adorning a fragile and impotent matchstick body. Yes, you’re well on your way to eternal rest, while your friends make plans for your funeral.
Life, lovely while it lasts, is soon over. Life as we know it, precious and beautiful, ends. The body is put back in the same ground it came from. The spirit returns to God, who first breathes it.
I have read and reread this countless times in hopes to let it soak through my skin and pool in my skull. These verses hold so much wisdom that it is hard for me to organize it and store it and respond to it.
I do glean this, however…don’t waste your precious moments on earth on things that don’t matter. Just as you were made from dust, you will return to dust. Cliche, but true, you came into the world naked and with nothing and you will return to the ground naked and with nothing.
So why toil? Why chase pleasures that fade and climb the world’s ladder of glory and success? Why sweat over things that will only satisfy for the moment, then diminish into nothingness?
Do what matters now. Take pleasure in the simple joys of Jesus. Do what He wants and find your life bubble over in contentment and exuberance. Seek His desires for your life and let the yanks and pushes of this earth die. Christ is the ONLY satisfaction in this life.
John 4:13-14, “Jesus answered and said to her, ‘Everyone who drinks of this water will thirst again; but whoever drinks of the water that I give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.'”
So what do I do with all these new discoveries? How do I plug them into my thinking?
I’m still going to dream. I’m still going to strive for that seemingly never attainable hope, but it will always and only be secondary to Jesus Christ and His purpose for me. And I guess if I really put that much in His hands, why even go through the trouble of high detailing the plans for my existence anyway.
Is that my peace? Is that what I have decided? Go ahead, world, toil and sweat and work yourself into a fenzy of desires and heavy plans…I think I’ll just let God guide my path. I kind of like the way that sounds…and for now, I think I’ll rest and maybe sleep another few hours on that.