Give her of the fruit of her hands,
and let her works praise her in the gates. Proverbs 31:31

My hands are usually busy, doing one thing or another, and lately I’ve been thinking about how even with the mundane responsibilities that a mama’s, a farmer’s hands have in abundance, my tasks still have deeper meaning. 
Every action I take bears fruit, of one kind or another. 
Any sort of labor, done resentfully, carelessly, roughly, bears its own kind of fruit. But the very lowliest of tasks bears eternally valuable fruit when done with the motivation to serve. 
Our faith is evidenced by our works, James says, and so I refocus daily on how to love my neighbors well, how to serve my precious family, how to listen and give my heart in vulnerable transparency to my community. When I’m weak, or at a loss for how to walk forward (as is so often the case), I ask God to give me wisdom, and I follow Jesus’ example. In this kind of service, there’s true joy, and the sort of “fruit” that I absolutely want my “tree” to bear.