I went out to till the garden. I ran the tiller over the hard soil, mixing in compost and manure. At the end I saw rich dark loose earth ready for seeds and plantlings.
I was satisfied with my work but had to realize that the work wasn’t done. It wasn’t done for the rest of the season: the planting, watering, weeding, harvesting, canning and eating were still yet to come.
Even though the work was incomplete but it was enough for the day. Even though the work wasn’t perfect, even if it was only good, then I could take rest in it being good enough for the day.
Let us pray.
Almighty God, in whom no work is perfect except your work and in whom no word is final except your Word: we offer you our work today, imperfect and incomplete. Take this offering from us, limited as it is, and give us rest and peace to serve you for one more day. Amen.