Grace United Coombs

09/04/2026

08/22/2026

This is well worth the few minutes it takes to read.

There is work
waiting for your hands.

Nothing grand.
No mountains
with your name on them.
No great deed
that will make
the world stop
and notice.

Just the small patch
of earth
beneath your feet,
and the quiet invitation
to tend it.

A table
that could be widened.
A wound
that could be bound.
A voice
that could speak
when silence
would be easier.
A seed
that could be planted
in ground
you may never
see flower.

This is how
the kingdom comes.

Not always
with thunder
or trumpet,
but through ordinary hands
willing to become
co-workers with God.

Hands that gather
what has been scattered.
Hands that mend
what has been torn.
Hands that carry
one more stone
towards a peace
they may never
live to see.

You aren't asked
to finish
the whole work.

Only to notice
the piece
that has been placed
before you.

To bring
what you have.
To begin
where you are.
To trust
that somewhere
beyond your seeing,
other hands
are working too.

And perhaps
that is grace.

That the God
who could surely
do it all
without us
chooses instead
to make room
beside Him,
and says,

Come,
there's work
for us
to do.

© E Hamilton 2026

07/28/2026

A little chuckle for your day.