The toil

We toil

    We labor

        We spin

Wondering in the midst what it’s all for?

   Have I made my mark? Or do I labor in vain

 

Yet His grace brings us back ever still

Reminding us O, my darlings, I’m here in this…

   In that

Come feast with me and rest here 

   Then you will aimlessly toil no more

For I am in it all

 

He beckons us- Abide in the One who cares for the sparrow and brings purpose to its flight

Drink deeply of Him who cares for the lilies and draws out their beauty

Sit with the Father who loves His children and provides all they need

 

Us, His children…

 

We breathe it in. We drink a little deeper. We gaze upon that blessed face, until we begin to see its reflection on the little bits of everything, and then… we truly start to see

 

And that is where our purpose unfolds

 

So then we begin again

We toil

    We labor

         We spin

 

But this time, remembering who causes the spinning. Who the spinning is for. Something shifts in our hearts, and everything comes into focus a little more clearly. Yet this time as we turn and turn, we rest. 

 

And then suddenly, we bloom- toward the One who the blooming is both from…

 

…and who the blooming is for.