Work...what's that?

Good morning big bright world. I am alive and well.


Why am I so jolly this crisp cold morning? Because I am not working. I stayed home and snuggled a little longer, sat and sipped my morning warmth a little slower and am relaxed enjoying my family a little fuller.

Why is it that we think that we have to do things the way they have been done (not always but since we have known about it). I mean who says that a work week should be 9-5 M-F or 7-3 or whatever. Why can't it be a means to the end? Why do we think that we have to love it? I mean if ultimately everything I do I should do unto the Lord and trials develop good things in us (Jam 1:2-3) then wouldn't it make more sense to work at something you hate so that you can face the trial of giving it your all even though you don't like it? Perhaps I am just twisted.

I wish that I had a clear map that allowed me to see exactly where and why and how I should be but I don't so I am bumping my shins and twisting my ankles and scraping my knees along the way. It seems like such a fight to not feel guilty that I am not working the normal American schedule. That I do not work in a field that epitomizes my desires and longings (my soul mate of jobs).

I am trying to figure out instead how to love what I do love and am called to love more fully rather then my job. I mean Gal 5:14 doesn't say love your job but love your neighbor. So, if I learn to use my job to make money that allows me time to love my family and neighbor more fully then doesn't that make sense? My motivation to make more money should be to give more away not buy more stuff right?

I don't know... There just seems to be a lot of backward ideas and ways we have always done it. If we have always done it and it doesn't work then why keep doing it?