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 was punched in the stomach today. Not literally, but figuratively. I won’t get into the details. The essence is that someone I thought would be one of my biggest supporters basically said my book isn’t worth study. Ouch. Did I mention, Ouch? Yeah….. it stung. The crazy thing is it came after an amazing, God ordained service based on […]
As a young man in construction boots, dress pants, a white button down dress shirt, and a flannel stood beside my brother and waited for his bride, Will announced to those in the room that he was about to perform a wedding ceremony and those who were left were welcome to witness the event or to give the room to the couple.
We took seats in the chairs that had not been packed up yet and watched as a young women entered with a beautiful gown, tattoos, a pony tail, smiles, and tears.
I’m a pastor, and I swear sometimes.
I try not to, but sometimes there are no other words that can quite express exactly the sentiment I want to convey.
For example, I might let a word or two slip when I am out running with my dog, Bruiser. …This is when I lose my sanctified mind!
I have been at pastors’ wives retreats and leadership events/trainings where dealing with the loneliness of ministry has been a topic of discussion. I never really understood it.
It seems I have served in some capacity of ministry my entire life, and I have never felt lonely in ministry… until now.
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.
Yeah, I’m feeling it. I’m feeling it all…. because somehow I have, yet again, lost focus. I’m worrying about the results.
I’m worrying about my success.