finally…PROUD.
Lately I’ve come to grips with the fact that I’m a pastor.
You see, I’ve been working in and have been paid by churches to do ministry since I was 17 years old.
For as long as I can remember I’ve felt called/led/ desired to be a pastor. However, in my second year of Bible college, that desired slowly started drifting away and cynicism about the church and the pastorate began to fill my heart. Even after graduating and getting my first full-time ministry gig, I struggled with the idea of being “pastor” Josh.
I can’t even begin to recall the numerous occasions I would come home to Carrie and say “I just want out of this.” Somehow though, God always seemed to cause something to happen or a conversation to occur that would renew my resolve to stay in vocational ministry.
After our last place of ministry…I left felling like a huge failure.
5 and a half years and some major healing later…
I finally enjoy my role as pastor.
I finally feel like I’m coming into my own as a speaker.
I finally feel like I’m beginning to walk into my God ordained purpose.
Finally.
