Read | Psalm 62

Truly my soul finds rest in God;

    my salvation comes from him.

Truly he is my rock and my salvation;

    he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.

How long will you assault me?

    Would all of you throw me down—

    this leaning wall, this tottering fence?

Surely they intend to topple me

    from my lofty place;

    they take delight in lies.

With their mouths they bless,

    but in their hearts they curse.

Yes, my soul, find rest in God;

    my hope comes from him.

Truly he is my rock and my salvation;

    he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.

My salvation and my honor depend on God;

    he is my mighty rock, my refuge.

Trust in him at all times, you people;

    pour out your hearts to him,

    for God is our refuge.

Surely the lowborn are but a breath,

    the highborn are but a lie.

If weighed on a balance, they are nothing;

    together they are only a breath.

Do not trust in extortion

    or put vain hope in stolen goods;

though your riches increase,

    do not set your heart on them.

One thing God has spoken,

    two things I have heard:

“Power belongs to you, God,

    and with you, Lord, is unfailing love”;

and, “You reward everyone

    according to what they have done.”

Respond | Derek Wu

The NIV translates verse 1 using the word “rest”:


Truly my soul finds rest in God;

    my salvation comes from him.


Rest. Oh, how long have we chased it. How long have we thirsted after it. We work day and night to rest. We spend ourselves dry looking for that which will finally bring us peace. It is as if we are children turning over endless rocks on a beach, hoping to glimpse something spectacular. Our money is spent on things and experiences, each satisfaction just as momentary as the last. Our time is spent on family and friends, yet we find the same. We bury our minds in our books—maybe abstraction might bring some order to this chaos.


When the day comes to an end, we find that there is always more rest to be had. There is still too much tension in our shoulders; maybe it’s time for a massage. There is another problem to solve, another conversation to be had, another person to care for—anxiety upon anxiety. “Ah, but look at sparrows! And the grass of the field clothed in green!” we think. Oh, how much easier life would be if we were just birds or grass.


Truly my soul finds rest in God. Few confessions require such great faith. And faith is all it requires: “Therefore, while the promise of entering his rest is still open, let us take care that none of you should seem to have failed to reach it...For we who have believed enter that rest” (Hebrews 4). 


Yet attaining rest is not simple. The author of Hebrews waits to attain this rest along with us. The “sabbath rest still remains for the people of God; for those who enter God’s rest also cease from their labors as God did from his.”


Until then, we must hold fast to our confession. May we learn how to lean on Jesus, our fortress, who shields us through our present anxieties as we wait for the day of final rest, a day of new heavens and a new earth. May it not be mere religious or emotional escapism. May it instead spur courageous hope in times of need, a fountain of the comfort, mercy and sustaining grace of our Lord.