The Brutal Truth of Ministry
I'm laying in my bed after a day that was long. When I say long, I mean this day started at 5AM with a phone call from a member of my flock, in which I immediately went over to this person's place to pray over them. As I was heading back to get ready for class, I pulled over at a park and sat in my car, and I cried. Hard. It was a combination of complete exhaustion and overwhelmed by the joy of having the opportunity to do this. I'm finding that the very thing that I love (ministry) has some of the greatest rewards, but also has some of the most trying times a person can face. I can't tell you how many nights in the past month I've stayed up until 4AM praying for one of my flock, only to fall asleep for 3 hours before waking up to go to breakfast with someone that needed to talk and process. I can't tell you how many times in the past month I've found myself in my office, critically analyzing how I'm performing in the different areas of ministry,