Then, in a whirlwind of nothing we ever expected falling into place better than we ever imagined with more peace than we could even understand, God gave us another detour to follow.
When it’s come to big questions of the universe or small questions of my life, I’ve always just defaulted to trust that God has a plan and loves me and is in control. But very recently I’ve finally decided to face a personal struggle head on. Off and on in the past nearly four years of wrestling with the why, I’ve found myself tugged to view it as an injustice towards me. I start towards the whiny kid stage of “It’s just not fair!”
Ok, honestly, I love lazy days on the couch binge-watching Netflix and surrounded by the trash that once held my junk food just as much as the next guy. In fact, I did a lot of that this past weekend. But even then, encompassed by my lack of motivation, I feel super antsy I’m not doing something.
...especially those who earn their living via vocational ministry. There is a unique weight of responsibility and expectation that is or can be very deeply intertwined through the pastor's family dynamics.