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Losing my voice

There's a big gap between the words I write and the things inside me, so much so that I feel unable to grab onto any of my internal processes at all. E-mails have stacked up in my inbox because I can't find the words to reply. Not because of their content, but because of my lack. I don't know.

Had to do some extraordinarily difficult things at work today. The tasks themselves are simple, but their meaning and impact are gut-wrenching. Our pulpit committee has decided not to further consider our interim pastor as a candidate for the permanent position. For a church that has been through great loss, this is another that will be deeply felt. Dave and his family have been steadfast but clearly hurting in the face of the news. I've switched into crisis management mode, trying to steer the ship through the storm yet again, looking for hazards farther out than others can see. It is an easier place for me to be.

Doing my best to pass no judgement on the decision itself. It is not my charge to determine who is called to be our pastor at this point; it is the Pulpit Committee's, and I must trust God's sovereignty in their composition and process. He is in this. We have been a church on the edge of oblivion for more than a year, and perhaps that is just where He wants us, for our sanctification and His glory. We have no hope of survival as an "institution," only as His Body and Bride. It is something for which to be grateful.

That's just one thing. These are just the few words I could find. There are others, many others. Again and again I do what I think I must, what I think I can, to try to avoid catastrophe and dodge the bullets, for myself and for others in my life. Again and again, we fall anyway, we take the hit. Sometimes I wish I could not see. A part of me refuses to hope, railing against the futility and failure, and the damned repetition of it all.

Tonight my tea is wild raspberry.

I just don't know.


Yeah, I've been finding it hard to communicate anything accurately lately. ::hugs:: Hope it all comes clear soon.


frustration, thot's of judgement, discontent, the i don't knows.....give it all to Him.
the battle is not ours, its the Lord's.
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bunches of hugs, ju
*hugs you*

their decision saddens me, and i can't even begin to fathom how the church must be reacting and how you are standing in the midst of the storm. don't forget to take time for youself, my friend, as you "manage" this crisis and know that you are all in my prayers and thoughts.

i'm here for you, however i can be.
Thanks, Brownie.
That's got to be a very tough time for the Church. But I like your perspective on it. I agree with your other friend who reminded you to take time for yourself. *hugs*