“Then I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had expended in doing it, and behold, all was vanity and a striving after wind” (v11). The “Preacher” tried pleasure, work, and wisdom, yet nothing satisfied his heart. He built an enormous empire and collected vast wealth, but he realized that he would lose control of it the moment he died. “What’s the point?”, he asked (v22). Wisdom is better than folly, yet in the end, even wise people die.
“I searched with my heart …” (v3). No matter what we accomplish, we can’t create satisfying, lasting significance on our own. But when we surrender to God’s good purposes, our hearts find rest.