On a particularly long day I wrote this in my journal…
This…this fixing meals and correcting anger and cleaning rooms…it’s holy work. I don’t want it to be.
It seems holy work should be visible work. I want others to recognize what I do. I need them to declare it’s holy.
But Jesus’ years on earth turned that upside down. His holy work-the most holy-was laying down His crown, serving the broken, loving sinners, sacrificing His life. That’s holy work. That’s what He did for me.
Can’t I be content here? Tired maybe but content? Can’t I look into those little faces and believe that this, even this, in this place we call home, this is holy work?
God, help me to see what You see and long only for Your well done.
“Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.” (Colossians 3:23-24)