Delights 13: the hand of God

Today I made some iced coffee to take to church. I commented to Justin that I put the coffee into a plastic mason jar that I got at Influence Conference. I don’t normally drink my coffee from that particular cup now but I used to have cold brew in it every single day back in 2018, 2019, 2020. I used that cup on purpose today because this week I will start as Discipleship Pastor at our church. I wish I could back and tell 2019 me that this moment would come in the future. In 2019, I was researching and applying to seminary. I was wondering what on earth I even thought I was doing. Where would I work? What church would hire me? I thought I could never be a pastor no matter how much I desired that. 

And yet, next Sunday, I will be introduced to the church as their Discipleship Pastor. This fall I will enter the ordination pathway with the Wesleyan denomination. I have been in awe since I found out that I got the job. I can trace God’s hand in solid next steps and wilderness wanderings across my life. 

I received a call to ministry from God as a teenager. That had so little meaning in my life context that I did not even tell anyone. But God never forgot and He never let me go.