February 4, 2015
My life has been in upheaval for the past six months. Family stressors, financial stressors, major life changes… enough to make me want to crawl in a cave and let the world spin without me for a while. Just when I think things are settling down, another issue pops up out of a groundhog hole. I rush to bop it on the head, and then realize I forgot my bat.
In the middle of all this chaos, I have found it difficult to focus. My ministry tasks seem to suffer the most, because it’s hard to be creative in the midst of turmoil. I would have my nose to the grindstone if I could only find that grindstone under all the clutter of a life in disarray.
Nevertheless ministry is fruitful, because even when I am unable to move, unable to function… God is still at work in the swirling storm... proof that it is HIS ministry, not mine.
There are hundreds of seeds germinating beneath the frigid ground of my life. All I can do at this moment is touch the cold window and peer out over the dreary landscape, wondering what kinds of flowers will burst forth from barrenness.
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