Beauty in work

As the iridescent bubbles from the remaining soap suds glistened their colors of purple, pink, and yellow in the sink, a smile formed on my mouth. “Work is pretty,” I thought. Wait, did that thought come willingly into my brain? Yes, it did. I may not have spoken it aloud, but I thought it just as if I would have. 

After yet another change in management structure, I’ve lost count for the year. It’s hard to want to do a good job when it’s somewhat of a moving target, when I’m not sure of the direction from the management, or how I will be measured against the company goals. Yet, that is where God has placed me. I’ve asked, prayed, and practically begged for a change. How can this situation be beautiful? 

Perhaps it’s not about seeing beauty from my work, but grasping the fleeting moments that are special and enjoying them, just like the colorful soap suds in the sink. Perhaps it’s bringing beauty to others as I wish them a happy day, and receive a chuckle in response. Perhaps this is my cross to bear at the moment and I’m being given ample opportunity to practice carrying it with joy. 

Some say if work was meant to be fun, it wouldn’t be called work. A large percentage of the time, I would agree, but there are others who genuinely enjoy their jobs. There are times when I have enjoyed aspects of mine, even in the midst of challenges. Work has always been part of the equation for man’s life, as a way to partake of the divine life. God works to create everything. “The Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to till it and keep it.” (Gen 2:15) Adam was not sitting around and eating bon-bons in Eden, he had a job to do there, even before the fall. It was only after he pursued his own interests and ate the forbidden fruit that work became sweaty toil in order to survive. 

Work can be hard, but it can also be fun. It can be a source of grace and blessing as well as temptation and sin. It’s not something to run from or wish away with a lottery win. Work is to be embraced and offered up as a gift, a sacrifice, and a prayer. And when it’s all over, we’ll see the beauty and be privileged to have participated in it. 

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