On Striving and Sabbath

Sometimes I wake up 

with plans 

for all I will accomplish, 

and what I am given

is a body 

in need of rest. 

All is gift.

O joyous reminders 

to stop working in 

my own strength,

to let the One 

who began the work

work in me. 

All of my strivings, 

all that comes from me

is all for naught, 

if I do not rest in Thee. 

On pondering RA, rest, my strivings, and the Sabbath.