The Hope of a new year
These last few years have been hard. I've found myself close to throwing in the towel and walking away from this thing called ministry on more occasions than I feel comfortable admitting.
Desert seasons are rarely fun, and yet it's in those dry, lonely seasons that God seems to do some of his best work.
We kick and scream.
We beg for a shortcut.
Eventually we finally grow tired enough that we sit down and listen.
We're reminded of what's really important.
We count blessings.
We grieve the Gospel that we've forgotten.
And God reminds us again... "I know. I care. I'm still working. I'm still faithful." He reminds us that He cares about our growth and progress far more than we do.
Maturity requires the valleys.
I think I've learned more from reading about my friends and their valleys than I have from reading about their mountain tops.
These last few weeks have been strange... I've heard from a number of people who read blogs I wrote years ago... I've had people tell me they listened to sermons of mine that I didn't even know were recorded. God has used the encouragement of friends and strangers to remind me that it's time to write again. When I started this endeavor, it was so that I could have a place to process my own thoughts - never really thought anyone would pause long enough to read something I wrote.
As I look ahead to a new year, the goal is to publish a new blog entry each Friday. I'm excited to see what God will do with this. I pray He would take my crazy thoughts and ultimately encourage you to keep going in the journey of faith.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13
See ya on Friday...