Tonight as I sit on a couch in the Sammon wing of Dallas Methodist Hospital, listening to the rain fall and the lightning strike, I can’t help but remind myself: this is where I belong. The last two years have been a rollercoaster of emotions, adult decisions, and spiritual blessings. I have begun to experience intimacy with the Lord in ways I never expected, and it is so beautiful.
While many things have been resolved over the last two years, some issues have continued to haunt me. I still struggle with severe anxiety and depression, along with taking the issues of others too close to heart. I just care a little too much.
For those of you looking for an update on my call: I have begun the candidacy process with TSUMC, and am deciding between Deacon, Elder, and Local Pastor. I know what I want to do, I just haven’t found the right avenue to obtain it yet. I am currently dealing with the anger that comes with trying to follow protocol but not seeing results, and it might be one of the hardest things I have ever faced. I am not sure what God is trying to teach me quite yet, but when I figure it out, I will be relieved to know that my anger is worth something.
God thank you for the loving environment I am in, and the amazing individuals that are supporting me during this refining period.