I do small things.
Often things only seen,
But you bless me in those things Lord.
Whether my toil seems easy or hard,
You bless me.
And I move on in life,
the memories of those blessings,
carried with me.
What I seldom see Lord,
is how you use my labors.
How you bless others by the works I’ve left in my wake.
I forget, Lord, that is how you work.
Blessings for others may grow out of a seed I helped plant.
And while I may never see the fruit,
you will have your harvest.
Thank you Lord for inviting me to join you.
To join you in blessing others.
And when I am discouraged.
When I don’t see the blessings.
Lord, give me perspective.
To remind me that your blessings are growing behind me.