Show me what I am supposed to be doing.

Proverbs 10:4 "Lazy hands make for poverty, but diligent hands bring wealth." Reflection I've been sitting with this thought lately, turning it over quietly in my heart. Every one of us has been given work to do. The mother who never leaves her home, pouring herself into small hands and sticky faces. The student burning midnight oil over textbooks. The CEO carrying the weight of hundreds of livelihoods. The single parent who rises before dawn, sustained by sheer will and a whole lot of grace. The woman who keeps a household running like a quiet river, steady, unceasing, mostly unseen. The skilled professional. The one whose body limits what their spirit longs to do. The babysitter, the housekeeper, the faithful volunteer ladling soup at the rescue mission on a cold Tuesday night. Every single one of us, we are called to work. And here is what I need to remember, what I want to press deep into my bones: it does not matter whether my work is noticed by the world around me or only by God. My work matters. It matters deeply. When I do my work well, truly well, something stirs in me. A quiet fullness. A sense of worth that doesn't need anyone else's applause to survive. But oh, how heavy the days feel when my work seems to bear no fruit, when effort pours out and nothing blooms. The frustration settles into me like rain that won't stop. The emptiness has a weight all its own. I think about the woman in Proverbs 31 and I catch my breath. She is tireless. She buys land, plants vineyards, sews with her own hands, sells what she has made, and still, still, she rises while the house is dark. She knows what she carries has value. She burns with strength, vision, and purpose. I read about her and part of me wants to quietly close the Bible. I cannot be her. And yet. God placed her there not to shame us, but to show us. He wants us to experience that kind of life; the deep satisfaction of work done with wholehearted devotion. But I don't believe it comes easily, and I don't believe it comes without prayer. Apply Scripture tells us that "the laborer is worthy of his wages" (1 Timothy 5:18). I believe that. I believe we are meant to be rewarded, though sometimes the reward lives inside the work itself, quiet and hidden like a seed underground. No one pays me to keep my home. No one writes me a cheque for serving soup or kneeling down to teach a child to tie their laces. But "the labour of the righteous leads to life." That is its own kind of payment. Prayer Dear Lord, these days have grown heavy. I find myself losing my footing, losing my focus, wondering which way to turn. I need You to show me clearly. What is the work You have set before me? If I have drifted from it, draw me back. If there is something more You are asking of me, something beyond what I am already doing, please open my eyes to it. Whatever You have called me to, now and in the days ahead, give me the strength and the energy to see it through. Let me find deep fulfilment even in the hard parts, even in the unglamorous and the unseen. May every task, whether great or small, be done as an offering to You. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen. Today's Fragrance Where I am lacking, grow me. Where I am weak, strengthen me. Let me do my work, all of it, to the fullest of the abilities You have placed within me. Open the doors I am meant to walk through, and gently close the ones that are not mine to enter.