Some Sundays, it feels like my efforts to serve the Lord are a waste of time. The sermon didn’t seem to connect, and I received no positive feedback. The worship time sounded like barely anyone was singing. The devotion for communion was meant to have a touch of humor, and no one laughed. My conversations were awkward, and I struggled to overcome my introverted tendencies. The activities of the day felt like wasted efforts in trying to make an impact for Jesus in the world.

I come to the office on Monday morning and pour out my heart in prayer, asking God a simple question: “What am I doing here?” I plead with him to show me something positive that happened, and that our time together for the weekend was not a waste.

Through the years, it is at this moment that God whispers into my soul, “There are no wasted efforts when you are serving me.”

He reminds me that his kingdom is like a garden, and some days are about planting seeds that will not see a harvest until some future season. Some Sundays are about pulling weeds and helping people to remove sins that have sprouted in their hearts quietly. There are other Sundays when people are being watered, and that will enable growth into the future.

On top of everything else, even when no one else is growing or changing, I am. I need lessons on humility, trust, patience, and grace. Sometimes those come during dry seasons, where it looks like things might be dying.

I tell you this because I know I am not the only one who feels this way. Every Christian leader, teacher, small group leader, and everyone who has attempted to do anything for God has thought it at some point. And I want you to hear the voice of God speaking into your life, “There are no wasted efforts in my kingdom.”

Thanks for all you do. You are a blessing.