We will work our entire life, from the moment we are born, until the moment we take our last breath.
I’m supposed to be working. I have tomatoes in there that I need to put up in some way. Until yesterday I thought the only way was by canning, but from articles I found, you can also freeze them. Who knew? Well the writers of the articles did obviously but not me. Instead of doing that, I’m sitting here with my coffee watching the kittens playing out back. But, in truth, what appears to be play, isn’t. They are learning and working toward means of survival. Their mom is stretched out on the bottom step supervising their training.
As infants we begin every day learning new things. We work toward the moment of speaking. It starts out as a gibberish but as we work, we improve. Crawling, walking, eating on our own. Each work toward growth. As toddlers the toys given, each a learning tool toward being better at various things. Just like the kittens, each act of playing an actual form of learning. Social skills, thinking, physical, each skill improving us to be better, more capable. From school and homework to that first real job and paycheck. Every day is a learning experience where we work toward a goal in life. We are all a work in progress, life is work in progress. One that takes practice and determination. One in which we need to use the tools we are given.
Using my experience for example, because as I’ve said before, I have given myself permission.
I have in the past had a tendency to do things the hard way. Okay, often still do but that isn’t the point. For a very long time, every lesson learned, was learned through pain of some sort. A childishness that lingered until my disaster of abusive relationship. When the rose colored glasses came off and Sleeping Beauty awoke from a life of dreams of princes and white chargers to the harsh reality of life and survival. What I earned from that lesson was a good dose of post traumatic stress that yet lingers. Since then has been a life of learning. I had left a part of me back there, and now had holes of self to heal and fill.
My husband’s death after a thirty-two year marriage had left me less me and more us. Now without an ‘us’ I was back to working on finding me. Who was the person I should be, and where would I find her? For a little over four years I have worked to find her. To do so properly, it is a slow, methodical process, meant to find the true and not the false. The real, not the pretend. I actually felt as if I were making headway until the pandemic took me from a job I had held just a few months shy of thirty years. I was then starting all over again in the work of discovery.
Now, just over a year later, I again feel as if I have made progress. Yet, it is still something that I will work on forever, because we are forever changing and evolving. Jobs change, relationships change, health changes, lifestyles change. With each change comes learning and work toward understanding. Its in a way like working that garden, planting the seed, taking care of them and watching them grow. The hope and goal, is for them to produce a harvest. That is our life. We plant a seed in our thoughts and seek through education, work and practice to produce a harvest in reaching that goal we dreamed of long before.
Our salvation and relationship with God is also like that. Wait. What? Our salvation is through faith, not work, works can’t save us. Which is true. But, our salvation and faith should produce works. We should be inspired by the Holy Spirit to work toward the building of God’s Kingdom and His glory.
How? Good question. We are each and every individual, no matter who we are, given gifts and talents. It is up to us to use them for God’s glory. That is our work. We share the Gospel through our works. By caring for others and their needs. To feed the hungry, clothe the naked, give drink to the thirsty. Not just of water, but of God’s Word. We are to plant a seed in the hearts of humanity. Gently, with compassion. To light a candle to give light in the dark. Even Jesus the Christ, who definitely believed in God His Father, said He was here to do the Father’s work. https://www.agodman.com/in-his-earthly-ministry-the-lord-jesus-did-the-work-the-father-gave-him-to-do/
Since the Lord Himself, was not above working to glorify God, who are we to argue? Who are we to believe it unimportant? No, no matter how hard we work nor how much we do, will buy our salvation, that is freely given. It is in appreciation of that gift, that we should have the desire to do works. To love and show love to our brothers and sisters. To love and show love to our neighbors. Who are our neighbors? Whomever we come into contact with in our day to day life. https://www.openbible.info/topics/jesus_was_always_about_doing_his_fathers_work_what_was_that
As mentioned before, we are all given a talent and ability. Whether we are singers, writers, painters, construction workers, health care givers or what ever our position, what ever our ability, we should use that not only for our sake, but for the betterment of those around us.
As a sojourner through this life, I will be forever working, toward being a better me, but more importantly, in being a better follower and Believer. I will be in this journey always working toward being more Christlike and pray that my life shows that hope. Though I am fallible and imperfect, my desire to to show the love my Lord has and does show me. My desire, is to do the assignment He has given me. That, is the goal of my work.