It was a pretty smooth transition for the most part.
The church has been exceptionally inviting and forgiving, both of which are stellar qualities to have in a body of believers.
But . . . and of course there is always a but
I'm not one to barf all my personal struggles here on this oh so private internet space, but I feel like I need to get this out.
Being in ministry is hard.
I don't feel equipped for the emotional struggle.
There are some high, highs and some low, lows.
It is a sanctification process like no other.
I thought marriage was sanctifying, and I thought parenting was sanctifying, and I thought homeschooling was sanctifying, and I thought owning a house was sanctifying, but . . .
None of that holds a candle to this.
I mean that in the least dramatic way possible, of course.
The best way I can describe it is like being in a tunnel where all my worst faults are magnified, and I am forced to deal with them at warp speed.
It is humbling to say the least.
But I am praying more than I ever have. #silverlining?
And because I don't want this to all be about me (ya, right ... working on pride too)
The kids have actually transitioned into this whole "ministry life" quite well.
They look forward to going to church, even though we have been known to be there 5-6 times a week and sometimes multiple times in the same day.
They are extremely friendly to new people like all good pastor's kids are expected to be:)
They don't complain too much about their dad being gone many, many hours and having to hang out with their cranky mom too much.
For these small glimpses of grace I am thankful.
And I am thankful God equips who He calls.
I just wish it wasn't so painful to go through the equipping process.