One of the things I struggle with is finding joy in work. For so long, I have associated work with something that was supposed to be well…work—unenjoyable, something to get over with. Certainly not something you enjoyed. If you liked your work then you must not be working hard enough. So I actually find myself feeling guilty for enjoying my work. Like somehow since I enjoy it, it’s not really work.
Sometimes I think that I should go out and find a real job, one that actually pays. (For those of you who don’t know, most writers are pretty much poor unless of course, you make it big.) But writing is what I know in my heart God has called me to do. It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t pay well. What matters is that I’m doing what God wants me to do. Anyway, because I like reading and most of the time writing (I’d be lying if I said that I enjoyed it all the time) sometimes I feel guilty about not having a “real” job.
But it’s not just my profession, when the weekend comes around I find myself constantly feeling like I must accomplish something around the house. It is very difficult for me to just relax. I constantly have a feeling that I must keep going. I can’t just sit back and enjoy what God has given me. And I’m sure that I’m not the only one.
However, I realize that this is a problem. I want to enjoy everyday life without feeling guilty. So, dear reader, I started praying about it. Then one Sunday my pastor mentioned Ecclesiastes 5:18-19
This is what I have observed to be good: that it is appropriate for a person to eat, to drink and to find satisfaction in their toilsome labor under the sun during the few days of life God has given them—for this is their lot. Moreover, when God gives someone wealth and possessions, and the ability to enjoy them, to accept their lot and be happy in their toil—this is a gift of God. Ecclesiastes 5:18-19
Somehow I’d miss this verse in the Bible. And it made me realize that it is okay to like your job and your life. It’s okay that I’m not poor and homeless. I don’t have to feel guilty about having a roof over my head. I should be thankful for the life that God has blessed me with. And use God’s gifts and blessings to do what is within my power to help those who are hurting. In fact, that’s why I write.
The life that I have and my writer profession is truly a gift. I thank God for it. And I plan on appreciating it. So excuse me, I’m going to go read a book in the middle of the day. I promise, reading really is a necessary part of my job. And it’s okay that it’s fun. In fact, it’s a blessing.