Recently, my efforts to make the world a comfortable little place have been thwarted. 
I hear a light chuckle in my heart as I stand with my hands upturned and a bit of a scowl on my face.  I am curious and certainly not in control.  I'm tired of scrabbling and sweating to make my ends meet.  So, I gave both ends to God and threw my tools in my little truck.  I've been working on a house for some friends of mine and realizing how much more I enjoy helping than selling. 
My theory is this:  If I bring what I've got and trust Jesus with the results, he will take care of me.  Something like, "do not worry about what you shall eat or wear for life is more than food and the body is more than clothing.  You can't add to your life by worrying so just live today.  Seek first the kingdom of God and all the rest will be given to you.  Invest in heavenly treasure..." (please excuse the paraphrase).  
Anyway, I better not worry about a fair exchange because of two things:  (1)If I got what I've earned, I'd be separated from God's goodness, dead, a grease spot with no hope.  (2) What he is offering for free is unimagineably better, not even comparable to what I can offer (post babel words do not suffice).  So, it's better for me to just jack into the Jesus matrix and be the part of the program he designed me to be. 
I love fixing things, especially broken ugly things.  That's probably a reflection.  I love figuring out problems with people who really yearn for solutions.  I love getting involved in the mess of people's lives and discovering their coolness.  Seriously makes me smile with contentment.  And I love to show young men how to do stuff, including the above mentioned.
Fortunately, I've got a full compliment of DeWalt tools and all the neat gadgets a recovering contractor would expect to have. 
All I can say is - it adds up to something that sounds like a crazy fun adventure with lots of great stories to tell afterwards.