work...

Just got home from working on a bathroom (drywall, priming, trim, etc). Most work was inside, but I STILL sweat buckets. My arms were sore as I sanded; probably overexerted from roofing this week. I thought about "work" as I pushed my body...thankful that I can do what I do, and wondering if I'm aware of the "glory of God" in my work? I'd like to spend some time thinking about and journaling about this, but actually am cleaned up and heading out to the airport to do MORE work...