Last week I sat down at the computer to log another stack of books on our library's website for the summer reading program. When I entered our password, a message on the top of the screen announced that the summer reading program officially had finished.
I looked at the read-yet-undocumented pile of books sitting on the computer desk, and I felt slightly disappointed. None of those pages would count.
I had stood from the computer desk and gone on with my day, but later that evening those books crossed my mind again as I was lying in bed. In the quiet of night, I felt as if God spoke something quite simple.
It wasn't just about library books. Those things that you do -- those acts of service you perform, the extra touches you add, and those mundane duties you faithfully complete, they count. Even if they're never measured or documented, they count. Even if no one notices, they count.
Your work counts.