I’ve long thought about the intersection of work and spirituality. Every Sunday at church, in addition to gospel music, we would solemnly sing all four verses of a hymn. Usually those hymns were about work. This one in particular stems from a Bible verse. The hymn’s name is “Work, for the Night Is Coming.”
“Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor—
Rest comes sure and soon.
Give every flying minute
Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.
I sang joyfully. Work! Work…
Some days I find myself watching the clock too often, waiting for my kids’ bedtime. I really hate myself those days, knowing that I’m anxiously awaiting the moment they are tucked into bed.
I really am obsessed with my children, just like every mother. I take every opportunity to hug and kiss them and remind them that I love them. But I am crushed under my burdens these days. And I know as a working mother, I am not alone here.
It’s been several months since my children have been stuck at home and out of in-person learning, and in…
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