My calling looked like a tree in winter. Lifeless. Serene. Fruitless. Leaves-less. Barren. Looking like it would never amount to anything. Like its best days were over. I had no preaching opportunities. No inspiration to write. Nobody in particular to minister to. No word from others in ministry I had excitedly thought I would walk alongside at least for a season. So I thought of calling it quits, especially with my writing. Maybe I was done, I considered. I could take the tree that was my ca...
Published on February 03, 2015 02:20