Over the past 21 years, I’ve posted nearly 6,000 Journal posts on this site, but now it’s been several weeks since I sat down and wrote something.
For those of you who check this site regularly, please know that my health is fine, and that nothing (or, at least nothing new) is wrong with me.
It’s just that I’ve literally been so busy in my ministry lately, that I haven’t had any time to write.
Along with all of my normal tasks, in the past several weeks, I’ve also helped people deal with many additional traumas, important decisions, and intense situations, including newborn baby endangerment/custody issues, child endangerment/custody issues, parental rights issues, foster parent issues, witnessing incidents of domestic violence, helping other victims of domestic violence, mental health issues, crisis of faith issues, medical insurance eligibility, governmental home inspection issues, failing health, betrayal, broken relationships, lies, fraud, cheating, and many other things — often with side entanglements, such as homelessness or the use of illegal drugs.
As a result, I’ve been spending a lot of time in hospitals and courtrooms.
Driven several people hundreds and hundreds of miles.
At one mother’s request, I removed her child from a dangerous situation that was happening at their home. And I transported, fed, and cared for helpless or sick children, for hours at a time.
Every day for the past several weeks, has been a roller coaster ride of emotions.
Much of my work has been incredibly difficult.
But it has all been incredibly fulfilling.
In fact, I sort of feel like I’ve had to use everything that I’ve ever learned in my past 50+ years of ministry, to be able do the work that I’ve been doing lately.
Work that I might not have had the maturity or experience to be able to do before I had my stroke.
And, in one or two cases, I’m so glad that I was able to help, that I feel like if I were to die tomorrow, I would do it with a smile on my face, knowing that I did what I needed to do.
What God wanted me to do.
For me, that’s what life is all about.
Update, July 2, 2019: A good friend of a good friend. I met her several times in the past year, when Melissa and I brought her food and other supplies, for her and her ailing boyfriend, who she took care of.
Now comes the horrible news that, either yesterday or today, her boyfriend beat her up really badly. Afterward, she felt so alone and despondent that she killed herself.
Real ministry is real work with real people.
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