But I said, “I have labored in vain, I have spent My strength in futility and vanity; yet My vindication is with the LORD, and My reward is with My God.”
Maybe it was a drop-in café you prayed over for months, and on its last night three people came, two of them on the rota. If something like that happened to you, you might remember stacking the chairs, rinsing the urn and driving home quietly. Nobody said a harsh word, yet a voice in your head had its verdict ready: you asked God to bless this, it folded, so you must have let him down.