Dear Church, Sunday was awesome! We had 76 people at the morning service and 20 at the discussion dinner. I am so excited about what God is doing. Recently there have been answered prayers, new connections, and moments of great encouragement. Don’t think I am the eternal optimist though. New churches are full of highs and lows, but God is […]
You guys are probably like, “Great, here she is again to talk about how reality and expectations haven’t lined up, how she is worn out, or something like that.”
Nope. Curveball. I’m breaking punctuation rules this time to share a WIN.
That’s right, even the disillusioned planter has a win from time to time. What do you think keeps me in it? It’s not my sheer willpower and awesomeness (sorry to disappoint if you thought it was).
I. am. so. tired.
In fact, I’m so tired that I just used my least favorite punctuation rule breaker. I hate when people put a period after each word. “I.” is not a sentence. I know we are being dramatic in our period usage, but it drives me insane. I hope this mini grammar rant helps you to fully grasp just how. tired. I. am.
I am weirdly at peace with my tiny church in a world that only celebrates the skinny jeaned booming success stories.
I called him Big John, somewhat because his son is Big Tom, but mostly because he was a big man.
No matter how much he had already given, he seemed to find a way to give more of himself. He was our giant.
I was not sad that I had been stereotyped. I was sad the stereotype existed, but not for the reason you would think. My sadness was not that people are stereotyping “church people,” my emotion came because of the truth about some stereotypes.