Consider the Ant

24 May

God’s Word:  Proverbs 6:6-11

God’s Message to Me:

When I created mankind I gave them work to be done.  Later I stated that if a man won’t work—neither let him eat.  Work is not a bane but a blessing.  Fulfillment comes through work.  Therefore, plan your life so that you follow your bent, your aptitude, in the work you choose to do.  Don’t choose your work based on the amount you get in return, but on what you were created to do.  Only you know that answer.

Consider the ant.  They don’t set an alarm clock to get them moving in the morning.  They are eager to begin their work and are tireless at it.  No one hires them to do a certain task—they just know what needs to be done and do what they were created to do best.  Their work has purpose—to feed the colony and they keep everlastingly at that work.

Your position in life is directly related to the amount of work you do.  Those who lack ambition destroy themselves and those around them.  I created you to need a proper balance of physical work and food for nourishment.  Look around you and you will find that far too many people are way out of balance.  When the government rewards those who grow fat and lazy by putting them on subsidy—that ought not be so.  That government is way out of balance.

God’s Question to Me:   Are you busy doing that which I created you to excel at?

God’s Promise to Me:  To the one who works to take care of their needs and help others, truly in need, I add my blessing of fulfillment and peace.

My Song to God:    Work for the Night is Coming    by Anna Coghill 1854

Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work ’mid springing flowers;
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man’s work is done.

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.

Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work, while the night is darkening,
When man’s work is o’er.

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