Monday Musings

Do you question your calling? Do you question your life's work? When you believe God has called you to something; created you for something that you then fall short on...what do you do?

Most Sunday afternoons through Tuesdays I question. Inevitably, human-me does something dumb in front of several hundred people on a Sunday morning and I proceed to listen to the lies of the enemy - joining him in taking me down. Or perhaps I hear a few opinions about the music  - some overly critical and self-serving and some completely valid and constructive, all with no intention to hurt, no doubt. As a people pleaser I can rehearse my song choices or my ministry vision over in my head, convincing myself that perhaps there is a way to please all of the people. It takes until Tuesday to remind myself that there is nothing I can do to please everyone, try as I might. It takes until Tuesday to convince myself that it is okay if not everyone likes everything I do. It takes until Tuesday to decide that I will try again and when I fall short as we all do, God will still be accept my offering even if others do not.

So often our lives and work can begin to feel meaningless. The author of Ecclesiastes seems to understand my sentiment. Maybe some young moms out there have the Accuser Of The Brethren tell them that their work is meaningless and mundane too. I would guess some pastors identify with me when life feels heavy on the sowing and light on the reaping. Almost every Monday I must remind myself of Galatians 6:9 "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." 

Here is what I know: My life is not my own. My work is not for my glory. I will most certainly fall short but I will not give up. I will "waste" my life on God and no matter how good I am at what I do, if I put God first, it will be enough for Him. And in the scheme of eternity, that is all that matters. 

My soundtrack for today:
I Will Waste My Life - Misty Edwards

Tonight our family is looking forward to serving dinner at a homeless shelter. When your life is so wrapped up in organized religion, it is nice to get outside of the box and take part in some James 1:27-like "religion" to put things in perspective. I suspect I'll be ready to start again tomorrow and ask that the Holy Spirit would give me true inspiration ("God breathed") for the worshipers at LRC as I plan upcoming services.