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.
Honestly, as a leader it can be hard at times to even see if all the effort and striving is actually producing any fruit - the results are often under the surfaces or hard to see. This makes receiving the encouragement from those one serves even more of a blessing.