Working With My Hands

The past couple days I've been helping my friend paint/remodel their house. I honestly haven't been this tired in a really long time, but also the most satisfying. So seldom, in such a technologically savvy world where everything came be done for you by a flick of a switch or a push of a button, do I get a chance to do something with my hands. To be able to work with something with your hands and see it grow and come to life creates a feeling of deep satisfaction and joy down in my gut.

I wonder if this is what God meant work to be when He created it, and simultaneously at that, the desire for work inside of us? To come home after a day of work with a sourness in your bones. A good sourness though, a sourness that can only come from doing something that you really love.

"In that day men will cast away to the moles and the bats their idols of silver and their idols of gold, which they made for themselves to worship." Isaiah 2:20

In that day, when the Lord comes, our hands will be doing once again what they were meant to be doing: worshiping God.