There are days when the work feels invisible. You fold the same laundry, answer the same questions, make the same meals. And at the end of it all, you wonder if any of it matters. If anyone notices. If it's making any difference at all.
I've been there. In the middle of work that feels small and repetitive and unseen. And it's hard not to measure the value of what you're doing by whether anyone acknowledges it.
"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters." (Colossians 3:23, NIV)
What I keep coming back to is this: the work that feels invisible to the world is never invisible to God. He sees the faithfulness in the folding. The love in the answering. The care in the making. What looks like nothing to everyone else looks like worship to Him.
You're not wasting your time when you do the small things with a heart turned toward God. You're building a life. You're tending what He has given you. You're loving in the way He asked you to love, quietly and without applause.
The world measures impact by visibility. God measures it by faithfulness.
The work in front of you today, the work no one else will see, God sees it.