As I write this post, I such a jumble of emotions...excited to be taking kids to the Youth Gathering, nervous to be the primary adult for 30...sad that our Children's Ministry Director resigned, worried about what that means for our kids this fall...and apprehensive as a new senior pastor is chomping at the bit to come in and join the staff.
I am doing my best to go into these days and weeks with an open mind, and a willing heart, but am also admittedly a bit distracted as my paperwork us out, and I will, God-willing be on the move again.
I really am tired of moving. I recently realized that I have moved 7 times in the last 12 years. And let me tell you, the idea of packing it all up again, of finding a new place, unpacking, and meeting another new group of people is overwhelming to this tired spirit.
Don't get me wrong, I like the unpacking...I like the meeting new people, hearing their stories, investing in their lives. But the packing, the closure, the saying good-byes yet again? It feels like I just arrived.
But I know it is best for me...and for the congregation too. I have done my best to get them thru some incredibly challenging days and weeks. I have done my best to give them the gospel while I listen to their hurts and help them heal.
As I go into this Youth Gathering journey, it is for me a symbol of what I hope my next steps in ministry will be...being open to new things, meeting new people, following Christ and doing God's work through my hands.
So let the adventures begin my friends, for we know the Lord goes with us.
Traveling Mercies,
Preaching Kate
