A farmer plants seeds and falls to sleep, weary but hopeful.  A mustard seed is planted, barely visible to the naked eye, but destined for greatness.  A lady hides a pinch of yeast in measures of dough, and presto!  Everything rises.  Don't you see the pattern?  Our efforts, small and feeble in our estimation, come to fruition in Christ with a weight of glory.  His kingdom is rising-- don't you want to be a part of that story?