Yesterday Lydia and I were in the kitchen playing and she grabbed my hand and said “Look mom! Our hands are the same!” Now I don’t exactly why she said that, but I couldn’t get it off my mind all day. I pray daily for the Lord to speak to me, and it’s always a surprise how He does it. Yesterday it was through my three year old.
As that statement ran through my mind, I heard the words of this verse spoken in my heart: “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.”
Ecclesiastes 9:10 KJV
It hit me so hard. I was struggling tremendously with the feeling of “never good enough” yesterday. I struggle with that a lot, but it was so heavy for some reason. I guess perfectionism runs through my veins, for one. Perfectionism is such a lie of the enemy.
I often feel that my life is so fast paced that I can’t ever do any one thing really well, but just barely get through each one. I’d love to be the best at all I do, but it’s not possible. I beat my self up about it all the time, and feel as if I’ll never know what my full potential is because there simply aren’t enough hours in a day.
I do need to eliminate some things from my schedule. I do need to slow down a bit. But I don’t ever need to feel like becuase I can’t be perfect at everything I do, that I didn’t do it well. The Lord doesn’t require perfection. He does require hard work. Not work to earn our salvation, because He’s already taken care of that. But the work that our hands find to do each day. He simply wants us to tackle every task with all we’ve got.
Some days I’ve got more than others. Some days I’ve got more resources, time, or energy to tackle tasks with. Other days I really don’t have much to work with. But no matter, on an abundant day, or a day of barely anything to go on, it’s always enough. If simply do whatever it is with all my might, even if it’s just a little, then that’s enough.
I wish I could do all the things for all the people all the time. I can’t. But what I can do is do whatever my hands find to do with all I’ve got and know that I’m pleasing to the Lord in that.
Our hands are the same. My hands, Lydia’s little hands, and your hands. They’re all the same! It doesn’t matter that the work they find to do is different, our hands are still the same. They are all required to work with all their might towards the glory of God. So whether your hands are cleaning toilets, turning the pages of your bible, laying on another in prayer, preparing a meal, selling, buying, fixing, typing, clapping, raised in worship, lifting another up, driving, carrying, holding, keeping… whatever your hands are found doing, let it be with all your might, and know that’s good enough.
Your hands may look different than others, and what they find to do may be different, but in the eyes of the Lord, they’re all the same. None big, none little, but all hands can be mighty in their own way❤️