Tempted To Quit
I’ve been up since 2am this morning. Considering my day has lasted almost 19 hours. I’m very lucky to not be consumed with too much nauseating pain. Both services I preached this morning were nothing but a blur for me. Just as it has been the past few Sundays. It was all I could do to stay focused and even see anything in front of me.
To say I felt uncomfortable in my own skin is an understatement. Deep down I wanted to run away from everyone. I felt like there was nothing I could hide. In my mind I was stumbling and stuttering with every word spoken. I had no choice but to totally rely on the power of God’s truth and the Holy Spirit alive within me.
I sought the best of my ability to preach the gospel truth God had given me. I absolutely hated to admit what I’ve been pondering the past few weeks. Satan has been trying to get me to give up. To step down as pastor as each day is such a great challenge. Just when I needed God’s jumper cables He delivered on time.
Early this afternoon I had the privilege of baptizing a dozen new Jesus followers. Of course every soul changed is worthy of celebration. But, I could see firsthand that despite my limitations. God still wants me to have great expectations. I needed to see the difference this ministry was making beyond just keeping me up at night. I needed to see further reason to keep fighting the good fight.
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9