I have a story to share with you
today!
The
backstory to this news is long and winding, and I won’t dive into all of it
today. I want to give it proper time and space to be meaningful, so I will
circle back to different pieces of the story down the road just a bit. But
today I want to celebrate the news!
I
have a new job.
And
it’s not just a job. It’s what I believe (and others have affirmed) God
has been preparing me to do for the last, well, 46 years. I am excited, I am
passionate about it, and I cannot wait to see how the Lord leads. It is the
fulfillment of a calling on my life that began when God began writing the story
of my days.
Earlier
this month I was affirmed by our church leadership and congregation to become
the Pastor of Congregational Care within our church body.
My
fingers tingle even writing those words.
From
my earliest days, I have always sought to serve the Lord within my local church
and actually started doing so in junior high – teaching kiddos during Thursday
night church services. Along the way and through the years, I’ve had the chance
to serve, lead, and teach in so many capacities, including: teaching Sunday School,
working in the nursery, participating in special music, ushering, greeting,
serving coffee, serving on committees and church boards, leading women’s
ministries, teaching Bible studies, serving communion, assisting with baptisms,
serving as a deacon, and probably a handful of other things escaping me right
now.
In
the last five or so years, I’ve also started speaking in churches now and then,
and as you might remember, I did that at our own church throughout the summer
while our pastor was on Sabbatical.
But
it was just over a year ago when, during a special service at our church, I
prayed for God to clarify my call to ministry, and He did! In a very mighty and
unmistakable way – in that very service – I knew He intended to use me in local
church ministry, and even though I didn’t know how or when that might take
place, I at least knew how to pray over it.
I
began praying and researching and looking for work. I found a few job
descriptions that looked amazing, but none of them were local, and one thing I
knew for sure was that the place we live now is our home. Moving to another
state – or even city – isn’t the answer. So I began to pray for God to open up
a door within driving distance.
The
care pastor at our church is retiring at the end of this year, and they changed
up the job description just a bit to include some additional duties before they
posted it. The entire description made my soul SING (on key!), and I applied as
quickly as I could.
I
went to an interview in October and learned in November that I would be
recommended to the church as the candidate for the job. On December 8th,
the congregation voted, and I was approved for the position. I began work the
very next day.
My
roles are varied, but I’ll be tending to visits and working with different
teams in the church to help our congregation get involved in ways that allow
them to learn and use their gifts. I’ve been making lists and reading books
(and articles) and making Pinterest boards. Along the way, I’m sure I’ll share
some of my projects with you, so stay tuned for that.
Though
I am so excited, I did feel sidelined with weeks of intense spiritual warfare
during the application, interview, and waiting process. I cried buckets of
tears, grappled with blind trust, and prayed intensely that my faith would not
fail as I awaited God’s answer to this deep, deep prayer of my heart. Outside
of Ryan, I’m not sure most people knew how deeply I felt this calling from the
Lord on my heart, and it was hard to act as though everything was fine, when it
felt deep inside like everything was on the line. A tiny little tightrope of a
line.
It
wasn’t flawless. I floundered in fear a few times. But the Lord used so many
people and written words to speak truth over me (sometimes SO hard to hear) and
we made it through that part. I am not so naïve as to think the warfare won’t
continue, but I am grateful to have this pause to celebrate the blessing of one
of the biggest answers to prayer of my life – aside from finding Ryan!
God
wastes nothing, and every single experience I have had in ministry and vocation
will matter in this next season. I am so grateful.