Work

Establish the work of our hands for us – yes, establish the work of our hands.  Psalm 90:17 NIV

There are days I like my job. Problems are solved. Questions are answered. I get things done. Learn something new. I feel really good about my work.

Then there are other days. The days I don’t like my job. Solutions to the problems aren’t found. The questions can’t be answered and the piles on my desk remind me of my frustrations more than anything.

And that’s only the work I do for income. There is my work at home, yard work, and volunteer work. Then there’s the work I do pursuing my hobbies. Like writing or running. Some of you paint or build tables or plan parties.

Whatever the kind – work is a big chunk of our lives. It would be ideal if we liked all of our work all of the time. But that’s not how it is. Even if you have a great job that you love, there will be good days and bad days. Productive days and not so much days. Days with happy co-workers and days with grumpy ones. Some of my most challenging work days were when I stayed home with my children!

Your hobby work will produce beautiful masterpieces some days, and other days nothing. The 4 mile run is easy some days, other days the fight for breath is almost too much. The housework is tedious, the yard work strenuous.

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My dad showing the kids how to use a shovel.

Although much of what we face in our work is out of our control, we can choose to do whatever work we are doing excellently and with care.

There is a story of a young mother named Jane. She was in a desperate situation after her husband died suddenly. So desperate that she went down to the river to drown herself. Across the river in a field a young man was plowing with such skill and care that she became absorbed in the sight of it. She stared and stared as the young man worked diligently. Her amazement “turned to thanksgiving, and her thanksgiving to a sense of purpose. She rose, went forth, and lived a long a productive life.”*

A man doing honest work with remarkable care saved Jane’s life.

Do you work like that?

I hope I do. Work is such a significant part of our lives, we should make sure to do it like it matters.

That’s my Live Like It Matters Challenge to you today. Work like it matters.

Think your job doesn’t matter? Too menial? Think no one notices? It matters to someone. It matters more than you know. I was inspired by the work of a garbage man and shared it in The Extra Mile.

No matter the job – you can do it so that it inspires others.

Hairdressers and accountants and drive-thru order takers and pallet makers and bridal dress consultants and process technicians and movie actors and authors and carpenters and lawn care techs and assembly line workers and engineers.

Your work matters. My work matters.

Work like it matters.

If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets, even as Michelangelo painted or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry.  He should sweep streets so well that all the host of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well.”                                                                             Martin Luther King, Jr.

*This story is originally told in Os Guinness’ book The Call and retold by Mark Buchanan in The Rest of God.

In response to the Daily Post’s Vigor.

Live Like it Matters

If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets, even as Michelangelo painted or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry.  He should sweep streets so well that all the host of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well.”  Martin Luther King, Jr.

For a long time I’ve felt a tension between what I have to do and what I want to do. Not because I don’t enjoy the “have to” part.  The “have to” part is really good. It just doesn’t leave much time for the “want to”.  I have a divine discontent deep within and I desire with all my heart to make a difference. To not waste my life.

What if I never get to do what I really want?  Will my life matter?

Yes. Because I choose to live like it matters.

I will love and take care of my family and friends like it matters.  My sisters and I were with Dad in the hospital when he passed and it mattered. Especially to Mom, because she couldn’t be there.

And we were with Mom at home when she took her last breath.  That mattered to all of us more than we even know now.

I will do my best at taking care of all things financial for the construction company where I work because it matters to my boss, my coworkers, our vendors, and all the people who enter our buildings.

I forgave the friend who betrayed me because it matters. It matters to her and me and our families.

The day to day living matters. What you think is the mundane may be someone’s most meaningful moment.  The random conversation in the grocery store.  Finally having that couple over for dinner and good conversation will matter to them more than you know.  The time you spend talking to your kids.  Serving a meal at the local homeless shelter.  Calling your parents.  Smiling at the weird looking guy at the gas station.  It all matters.

There are no small lives.  You matter and what you do matters.

So live on purpose.

Live like it matters.

Decide

I like to have a plan.  Even if I don’t have it written down I like to have an idea about how I’m going to accomplish something.  Sometimes I hold back from making a decision because I don’t have a detailed plan.  

I’m not going to do that anymore.  

Don’t let the absence of a plan hinder you from making a decision.  Many times the decision will inspire the plan and prompt the next move.  Even if you don’t know how it will happen…..or completely believe that it will happen……if you can see a glimpse of the possibility……..DECIDE.  

Then take the next step, then the next.   

“Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.”   Martin Luther King, Jr.