I don't think I'm ever going to stop missing or wishing for the pastorate. It's my absolute dream job. I love the requirements, the responsibilities, the nature of the job, the set up, everything. I love what it requires and how it blesses.
Nonetheless, here I am called to a writing and teaching service, ministry if you will,completely outside of the church.
Oh well. Do you know what I love about the pastorate? For me, it was safe and familiar. It was my idea of a spiritual blue collar job. Since God repeatedly calls us outside of the comfort level to which we aspire, I follow.
So God says. 'Write' and speak to the world. Well heck. That isn't very contained. And what is a person to do to earn money while one accomplishes that?!
Yet I have discovered what I already knew. God is found in times of transition. Big time. God is a teacher. God will help me rise to the challenge. Perpetually.
Yesterday I heard a sermon with two pastors talking about how busy they were. I thought of the long hours I have in silence, stewing about words and ideas and paragraphs and rewrites and follow through. The silence of my life is overwhelming at times. I'm not very good at being obedient to the Spirit about this. Yet the small obedience I have extended has lead me into places of the deep presence of God.
This new calling, new to me at least, is presenting it's own rewards.
I'd like some company out here so I ask you, are you where you're supposed to be or where it's comfortable to be?
Love,
Deborah
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