God is Working

I don’t know about you, but I could not work forever. Eventually, I need sleep, tea, Netflix, a good book, and a nice long mediation or prayer session. I think I’ve never been truly productive for longer than 6 hours at a time, max. Normally, on a good day, I can barely hit 2 or 3 hours of straight productivity (as in, no going on my phone, no day dreaming, no procrastinating of any kind in those hours).

And yesterday, I was feeling a particular desire to just stay in my PJ’s and read my book or write or–as we all know the true temptation–go on my phone or watch Netflix. To put it in simple terms, I just didn’t feel like it.

Now, unless you are a superhero or are like my one friend who never seems to sleep, you will have those days and/or hours where your productivity seems about as present as a living dinosaur is today. It’s inevitable.

Which makes it even crazier to believe that God is always working. Nonstop. God keeps going, working hard, pushing through. God is not distracted by social media nor is God browsing through Netflix instead of carefully orchestrating each of our lives. God is working. All the time. Every day. Every hour. Every second. Every moment. And, that is truly amazing to think about, especially compared to how long us humans can work.

And, I don’t think that really hit home for me till yesterday.

When I walked outside to get dinner after a few hours of doing nothing, I noticed little specks of white sticking to my glasses and hair. At first I thought it was rain, and buried myself deeper into my coat, letting the hood flip over my head, but then, after noticing the small patches of white on the ground and looking up at the glistening streaks in front of the street lamp’s glow, I noticed that the supposed rain was actually snow.


You see, while I was crammed up in my room attempting to do homework (aka doing everything I could to avoid doing so–reading, watching TV, making tea, etc), God was working. God was creating snow. (God even crated the sunset in the photo above!)

I don’t know if you’ve ever had a chance to think about all the things that go into making snow, but let me be one of the first to tell you that it takes a lot of work. No pauses for Netflix, no breaks for the bathroom, no stopping. Just full on, continuous work.

And, if God is willing to put in that much work for snowflakes to fall from the sky, think about how much work God is willing to put into your life. Wait, scratch that. Think about how much work God is putting into your life NOW. Think about all the strings God is twisting together; all the scenarios God is crafting; all the plans God has JUST for YOU.

In his defense Jesus said to them, “My Father is always at his work to this very day, and I too am working.”

John 5:17

And be sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

Philippians 1:6

If you would like to learn more about who I believe God to be, check out my blog post “A Plan,” here or “Our Omnipotent God,” here. To read more general information about Christianity, click here. To read about college, click here. To read all my posts, click here.


  1. Great God stuff. Very peaceful to know God is at work in our lives all the time every day. The thought of thinking I would be in my own without God is unbearable yet I’ve come to realize I have my part to do. Much like planting sends and nurturing the seeds I can’t force the herbs or corn to grown faster but I can plant the seeds, water, fertilizer and pull the weeds. So glad to leave the heavy lifting of making snow and helping stuff grow like herbs, corn, you and me. Amen


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