A Prayer of Thanks for Work and Provision

Father, I clocked out tired tonight, but it is a good kind of tired. I have work to do, and that work puts food on the table and dignity in my hands. I almost forget what a gift that is.

I confess I complain about my job more than I thank You for it. I see the frustrations clearly and the provision dimly. I forget how many would gladly carry the burden I grumble about.

So thank You for the labor itself and for everything it provides. For a skill resting in my hands, a reason to get up before the sun, a way to put something useful back into the world and to provide for the people who quietly depend on me.

Your word says that whatever I do, I should work at it with all my heart, as working for You and not merely for people. Let that truth lift even the dull and thankless tasks into something I can actually offer up to You as worship.

Where the work is hard or unfair, give me endurance. Where it is going nowhere, give me either a door or peace. And let me never despise the hands that feed me.

Thank You for work and the provision it brings. Bless the labor of my hands. Amen.