Apologies to anyone following along with Sunday Storytime – bit of a break this week. I haven’t been feeling super well for the last little while and Sundays have been wiping me out. I intend to record early in the day and then it gets to night time and I have run out of puff.
This coming weekend will be no different, so hopefully I can find some time to record before then! After almost a year since the last minister at St John’s left, this Saturday will be the induction of James Hornby as our senior minister. Exciting times! Being without a minister is rough going for a church (this isn’t the first time I’ve been at a church that’s had an extended vacancy in that role, either). Everyone just kind of holds it together, but morale quickly starts to erode, volunteers start to lose momentum and everyone feels a bit deflated without someone confidently leading the way. Maintenance mode is not a fun place to be for an extended period of time.
Anyway, I’m leading music at the induction on Saturday, then there is a symphonic band event in the afternoon, then music at 5pm the next day. And we’re billetting one of the guests for the induction. So it will be a people-filled, energy sapping weekend. I’ve already set an autoresponder on my email and am taking Monday off.
On the face of it those activities don’t seem like much. I mean, they take effort, but nothing out of the ordinary. It’s the cumulative effect of event after event that often undoes me, that constant need to balance my energy levels, and put up fences around my time so that I don’t completely fall over once all the busyness is done with. It also means accepting help where I can, and not being too proud and thinking I can do everything – eg, I was supposed to also be doing music at the 10am service this week, but thankfully someone else has stepped in to cover me and I jumped at the offer!
It seems funny to think this time a year ago, we were putting our house in South Hurstville on the market and scouring Domain every day, wondering where we would move to. We didn’t know it at the time, but Ross, the former senior minister here, was also making big decisions to move back to Sydney (we crossed paths in a way – his last Sunday at St John’s was our first Sunday). Sometimes we play it safe, valuing security and comfort and the known, and that’s okay. But when God wants us to go somewhere else, you’ve got to go. It’s scary, taking God at his word and stepping out in faith, trusting that he will lead us to green pastures and still waters. Maybe those green pastures won’t even be what we expect them to be. But God can see what’s going on much better than we can. He’s with us.
As with the move south, I have to trust God with my health too. Instead of railing against it or being frustrated or terrified of the unknown, I have to just put one foot in front of the other, not panicking about what I can and can’t do.
I’m just a little sheep, with a great shepherd.