Our work is important and let us believe so, not to earn money or to gain prestige, but for the pure joy of doing what we can to bring bread to our loved ones. Ecclesiastes tells me how much joy and contentment there is just to toil and to find pleasure in it, and to eat the fruit of my toil. The book says there’s nothing better. Let me not forget how satisfying it is to simply work, doing what I love to do, glorifying God as I do. And I wonder what kind of work we’ll be doing in heaven? I don’t know, except that it will be a billion times more pleasurable than even the best work we do now. Can’t wait.