I found myself frustrated this week as I saw a lot of work that I put into a project slowly unravel because of someone not as thorough on her end of the job. It made me wonder why I went through all the trouble in the first place, and how being excellent in the end still cost me. Meaningless! All is meaningless. A chasing after the wind.

I always want my work to count for something, but often in the end all my toil results in nothing. If I did not believe that my work matters to God in that I am to go at it heartily, knowing that it is in fact Christ that I serve, my efforts would be meaningless indeed.