THE UNSEEN WORK
A few days ago, I watched a woman in my neighborhood begin her day before sunrise. While most people were still asleep, she was already sweeping the compound, arranging chairs, preparing breakfast, and getting her children ready for school. Hours later, everyone left for their various activities. The compound was clean. The house was orderly. The meals were prepared. Yet nobody stopped to admire the swept floor or compliment the effort that made the morning run smoothly. As I watched, my attention was drawn to the broom she used. It struck me that the broom would probably be returned to a corner once the work was done. No one would thank it. No one would display it. Tomorrow, it would do the same work again. Then I felt God speaking through that ordinary scene. Many of us spend too much time wondering whether our efforts matter. We pray, serve, give, encourage others, work honestly, and remain faithful in difficult situations, yet it sometimes feels as though nobody notic...