The best I can offer you, God, is the excellence of my work—my sincere worship. But you are perfect, and my best is still shabby next to your work. I do not deserve your favor, God. I cannot earn your blessing on my work, my life, or this organization, no matter how good I am. Still, my heart longs to present love gifts you will cherish, and I desire your blessing ... What matters to me is whether I really matter to you. Is this the most important thing I am supposed to be doing? Am I moving in the right direction? Am I doing it in a way that pleases you? My work adds nothing to your blessing, but your blessing means everything to my work.