They tell me that one of the key components in ministry is being vulnerable. Honesty is the best policy, right?
I remember a Sunday night in children’s church back in the day where we learned about honesty. At the end of the night we were challenged to go out and “be PocaHonest.” I’ve never forgotten that (insert wise quip on the importance of children’s ministry here).
So, are you ready for me to be Pocahonest? I don’t paint with all the colors of the wind, have a pet raccoon, talk to a tree named Grandmother Willow, nor am I in love with John Smith. Hope you weren’t expecting any of those (although I wouldn’t mind the John Smith part).
Ok, here’s my Pocahonest moment.
That “Being Okay With Annoying” thing I talked about in my last post? Yes, well…turns out I’m not so good at that. The last few weeks have been…ahem, challenging. My glamorous job of making donuts and coffee is not a great get-out-of-bed motivator. I know you’re shocked to learn that. And I’m sure you’re shocked to learn that not everything I write about is something I’ve mastered.
Okay, maybe you’re not so shocked.
I’ve struggled to get my hands on a good attitude as I go to work. I’m not good at finding joy in things I don’t particularly enjoy. And I’m really bad at being optimistic when I’m by nature slightly more pessimistic. Like I said: challenging.
In a bigger project that I’m working on, I’ve been reminded that I need the Gospel. I need it everyday. EVERY. DAY. I need to be reminded that Jesus Christ loves me enough to die for me, and that love is enough for me to make donuts with His glory as my goal (I Corinthians 10:31). My contentment isn’t found in my job (this I’ve become frustratingly aware of). My contentment should be found in Jesus Christ, “who gave Himself for [me] to redeem [me] from all lawlessness and to purify for Himself a [person] for his own possession who [is] zealous for good works” (Titus 2:14).
I need the Gospel. I need to be reminded of the love that went to the cross, and the power that brought Him out of the grave. The same love still loves me today, and the same power is going to give me strength, endurance, wisdom, and even a good attitude as I—you got it, make donuts.
So, has God given me something I can’t handle? Of course not. It’s just taking a little bit longer to learn how to handle it than I thought it was going to.
There you have it—part II of “Being Okay With Annoying,” written by yours truly, Pocahonest. I’ll keep you posted on the John Smith thing.