I am walking around the house, opening blinds, when I hear his heavy work boots coming through the dining room.
We had a late night, last night and I wear the weariness on my face. I go to meet him as he makes his way out the front door and he pauses to hug me. I melt and lean in hard for the briefest of moments. The clock is ticking and I know he has to go.
I watch him leave and I close the door. I pour my first cup of coffee of the day and sit in the window. My eyes close on their own and I feel dizzy. I think back on last night’s unfinished business, my head swimming with all the decisions that have to be made. Websites, team building, prayer walks, nailing down a board of directors, finding local mentors, training other church planters, talking others off the ledge when I am barely hanging on myself…I am drowning in all of this unfinished business.
When did simple church stop being simple?
If His yoke is easy and His burden light, why do I feel so pressed down?
I open my eyes to see the sun trying to peak out from behind the clouds. I need a peak from behind the clouds.
I whisper a prayer, “Oh, Lord, show Your glory. Move in ways that only You can. Move the clouds. Make this all worth it. “