Consumed by the Call

After our visit from the Church consultant Paul Nixon I was very excited. I hit the ground running. I changed the website and helped with a new sign design and I’ve got several other changes I’m personally working on for our congregation and my ministries. None of which are something I can complete anytime soon ( other than the website ). For those of you who know me, I like to get stuff done. I don’t like working on things I can’t see through completion. I’m stressed about approvals for signs and building modifications. All of these needed renovations to our church building are exciting and at times overwhelming. I can see the finished product, my only hesitation is that I also see our congregation resistant to change. I’m excited to move forward but I know from past experience that this will not be an easy road to travel. I’m teetering on the fence myself wondering if we have bitten off more than we can chew. I’m excited to prepare our facility for the future but I hate getting exci

Seasons come and go, whether we want them to do so or not. It is far better to adapt to colder temperatures with heavier clothing rather than to wish for summer and shiver. How often people resist the change of seasons and remember with longing the way things used to be! We can learn something from the birds. They know when it is time to migrate. They are called to the South and months later, they are called to the North. Even the stork in the sky knows her appointed seasons, and the dove, the swift and the thrush observe the time of their migration. But my people do not know the requirements of the Lord. Jeremiah 8:7 In the same way, you may experience a change of season regarding your call that requires a migration and adaptation to the new demands. A migration for you may or may not be geographical, but a move to another mindset or function is necessary. Did God call you to your current job? To a particular ministry? Are you still called? I’ve wrestled with

http://m.youversion.com/bible/more/Rom.8.15 What next, Papa is taking on a new meaning for me this morning. I can't help but say it with a degree of sarcasm. I've been writhing in pain all night wondering what's going to happen next. Seems like I can't do anything without injuring myself. What's up with that God? Shine some light on this for me. I put on a strong face but physically and more importantly emotionally, I'm broken. By nature I have a tendency to be negative. I do my best to fight it but after the last 12 months my hope is fading and I feel myself slipping into a dark place. So God, please be working in me. I need this all to have a purpose even if it isn't obvious. I'm trusting something good will come from all this. I'll do my best to be patient but I'm needing your strength. I'm about out.