Today in the United States we celebrate Labor Day. For many it is a day of rest from a grueling, fast-paced schedule. For others looking for work, it is bittersweet. We have deep within all of us the desire to be contributors to our family, community, and nation.
I read once that the second question men are asked at an introduction is, "what do you do?" For those unemployed, this question feels like a knife to the heart. Perhaps during this recession we can refrain from asking this sensitive question.
This weekend has been a mixture of rest and deadlines for me. My great joy is writing, yet I find it one of my most challenging endeavors. I love it so much, it intimidates me. To paraphrase Eric Liddell in the movie, Chariots of Fire, "When I write, I feel His pleasure."
Often, I do not write because I feel my offering to Him is woefully inadequate. It is during these times I must visit my childhood and remember giving my father a crayon drawing and his congratulating me on such a fine work of art.
When we bring our gifts, our labor, to God, we must consider all our efforts are measured by the love we pour into them. We will never achieve the quality of work He creates in an instant.
So, I must write for His pleasure and my joy. I encourage you to acknowledge the talent God has placed in your heart and nurture it as a gift of thanksgiving to Him.