Today, my phone dinged and I read a text message that said, “Can I come talk to you? I don’t know where else to turn.”
Circumstances can change in the blink of an eye. Unfair, unjust, unimaginable things happen every day. Children, teenagers, adults–at every stage in life, I know people facing some pretty impossible, terrifying, awful, heart-wrenching stuff. It’s overwhelming.
So many days, I have no idea what I’m doing or what I’m supposed to be doing.
To me, being called to ministry means this:
I do my best to love God and love you.
I will be there when you text me or call me at your wit’s end.
If you need a resource, I’ll do my best to find it…or find someone who can find it.
I probably can’t solve your problems. I can’t make the bad stuff go away. I won’t know the best thing to say.
But in all my inability, I will be there. I’ll walk with you.
And I will buy or bring the coffee.
(Or the sweet tea, or the soda, or the wine, or the sparkling water…but you want coffee, right?).
Tonight, my friend is hanging in there. Tomorrow is a brand new day.
Oh–and the first day of high school went better than anticipated and the outlook for the year is bright.