I like to think that I’ve been a hard worker all my life.
But deep down I know that I could have worked harder. I’m not talking about more hours. My guilt load is already pretty heavy with the thoughts of all of the things I’ve missed with family and friends because “I had work to do.”
Working harder is not working smarter or longer or more intensely. Working harder is simply doing the right things when they need to be done. Sometimes that does mean that you go back to work after dinner. Yet, often it means that you take that phone call when you really don’t have time — that you allow God to interrupt you through people imposing their lives on you.
I’m not confident that I know how to discern what should be done and when it should happen. I think God gives us full credit just for showing up everyday.