Exactly

this is exactly how I feel so many times.

If I had a dime for every time I wanted to quit being a pastor I'd be, well I'd still not have a lot of money, (which is probably why I didn't become an accountant either but thats another thing...)

This work, which at times can seem so trite and lonely and absurd, is still the work that I do and usually love.

But there are days...

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  1. Alright. Wipe the eyes. Blow the nose.

    Not a good thing to read in the middle of PMS; but a beautiful thing to read, all the same. Isn't that why we should all do what we do? Whatever it is?

    Perspective.

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  2. Thanks for the link, Randall, and the reminder. Every blessing

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  3. That was beautiful, and a stark reminder of what really matters. Thank you for sharing.

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  4. Powerful. Thanks again for being there with my mom and dad in their final days.

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  5. Oh how beautiful.

    It reminds me of a pastor that prayed for me once a long time ago when I was a teen. I was hurting so badly, sobbing at the altar, and he took my face in his hands. When I looked up I saw him, just an ordinary pastor, but I felt Jesus. He prayed for me, some words that I don't remember. I remember his touch though... His eyes, his soul. That day I truly felt that Jesus had used that man to touch me, heal me, reach me. It was as though Christ himself had sat with me on the floor as I cried. I will never forget it and someday I know I will find that man in heaven and thank him for being Christ to me in that moment of crisis.

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  6. Cool.

    Thanks Beck. That's a good one for tonight.

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