Snacks, Soft Evenings & Quiet Joy: How God Still Sprinkles Light into My Work Week
I don’t love my job.
There. I said it.
It’s one of those things where the hours pass, but the soul doesn’t grow. I don’t dread it exactly, but I don’t wake up excited either. And maybe that’s been the hardest part, that quiet ache of going through motions when your spirit is meant for something more.
But in the midst of all this, I’ve been learning to spot the joy.
Not big, Instagrammable, mountain-moving moments. Just small, sacred ones. The ones God hides like little notes in your lunchbox.
Weekday Evenings: My Tiny Altars of Joy
There’s something about coming home after a long workday and reaching for a snack that just… heals something inside.
For me, it’s Eureka popcorn - the Spicy Cuttlefish flavour. Something about the crunch and the umami hits differently when the fluorescent lights of the office are behind me.
Sometimes, it’s iced coffee in a glass I didn’t have to share with anyone. Or melon milk from Korea (Binggrae), sweet and artificial and unapologetically nostalgic.
I don’t eat these snacks because I’m hungry.
I eat them because they remind me that life isn’t all about striving. That joy can be crunchy, creamy, sippable. That God is not just present in church or Scripture, but in moments where you feel safe again.
Sometimes I light a candle.
Sometimes I scroll through photos from my last trip.
Sometimes I just sit in the silence and think, “This is enough. For now, this is enough.”
Weekend Escapes to JB: A Gentle Reprieve
Not every weekend, but some weekends, I hop across the causeway.
It’s not glamorous. Mostly it’s grocery runs, a nice dinner, maybe a bubble tea or two. But when you’ve been in survival mode all week, even a change of mall feels like a change of life.
I love walking aimlessly around City Square/Mid Valley Mall or picking up random snacks from FamilyMart.
There’s something about JB that gives me permission to just be. Not perform. Not work. Just be God’s child. Wandering, resting, receiving.
It’s not escape. It’s soul-care.
These Small Things Are Not Small
The world often tells us to look for meaning in productivity, achievement, progress.
But I think God teaches us to find Him in the soft, quiet, slow.
"You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you."
Isaiah 26:3 (ESV)
So even when I feel stuck in a job I don’t enjoy, I’m learning to notice the evenings.
To savour the snacks, the sips, the stillness.
To thank God not for a life that’s perfect, but a life that’s deeply held by Him.
Because joy doesn’t always come like a thunderstorm.
Sometimes it comes like coffee on ice.
FAQ
Q: What to do if you hate your job as a Christian?
A: If you’re stuck in a job you don’t enjoy, it’s okay to grieve that. Bring it to God honestly, even if it sounds messy. Ask Him to either open a new door or give you endurance and peace while you’re still here. In the meantime, try to create little pockets of joy outside of work. Life isn’t paused just because your 9-to-5 feels off. God can still meet you in coffee, popcorn, walks, songs, conversations.
And when the time is right, He will lead you somewhere better. Not because you hustled your way out, but because you trusted Him in the waiting. You’re not a bad Christian for feeling this way. God sees your exhaustion, your boredom, your dread. He doesn’t roll His eyes at your frustration. In fact, He cares deeply about how your heart is doing inside the work, not just the work itself.
Q: What does the Bible say about work and laziness?
A: The Bible encourages diligence, integrity, and doing our work as if we’re doing it for the Lord (Colossians 3:23). It warns against laziness. Not to shame us, but to protect us from aimlessness and lack of purpose (Proverbs 13:4). So even when we don’t love our job, we’re called to work with a certain quiet faithfulness. Not because the job is perfect, but because God is with us in it.
But let’s be honest. Sometimes what looks like laziness is actually burnout, sadness, or a heart that’s just worn down. And God understands that too. He’s not watching us with a clipboard. He’s a Father who knows when we’re tired. So if you’re dragging yourself through the day, you’re not alone, and you’re not failing. Do what you can, rest where you need, and invite God into both. Even small steps, done with Him, are sacred.Q: What is a powerful prayer after work?
A: A powerful after-work prayer doesn’t need to be long or fancy. Just something simple like: “God, thank You for getting me through today. You saw what I carried. You saw what I held back. I release it all into Your hands now. Fill me with rest and peace tonight. Remind me that my worth isn’t tied to my work. Amen.”
You don’t have to come to God with productivity. Just presence. Some days, I whisper this prayer while sipping coffee or taking off my shoes at the door. Because even if the day felt heavy, God still meets me in the exhale. And that’s powerful, not because it fixes everything, but because it reminds me I’m held, even when I’m worn out.
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