As you do not know

the way the spirit comes

to the bones in the womb

of a woman with child,

so you do not know

         the work of God

who makes everything.

In the morning       

            sow your seed,

and at evening

   withhold not your hand,

for you do not know

which will prosper,

       this or that,

or whether both alike

        will be good.

        Ecclesiastes 11. 5-6

(Whatever God places before us

       or on our hearts,

do with all excellence,

for in our work and worship,

there is no insignificance.

We can never know

how God is using it,

    just that He is,

the extraordinary

       even in the ordinary.

The simple act

   of sowing tiny seeds

produces a forest

that far outlasts

      our lifetimes.

We have only

   to be faithful to Him.)

O LORD,

In whatever we do,

You bring completion

            to it,

in unlikely places

  and unexpected ways.

There is no end to

    what You sow through us.

There is no separation

    between work and worship.

Faithfulness and

           fruitfulness

     are inextricably woven.

You, O LORD, redeem.

Even this hard place.

Even this mystery.

Even this lowly task

  that is more sacred

             and eternal

 than we can ever know.