I never signed up, exactly, to become an author and to plant a church at the same time, all the while mothering four kids and trying to be a good wife. In fact, I’ve spent years judging others for having too many irons in the fire (confession time!). Suddenly, I’m meeting publishing deadlines and preparing sermons and hoping my kids have eaten breakfast.
Joyce Meyer says it’s almost become fashionable to be too busy. If that’s true, I’ll dress for comfort, thank you very much. But these days, it seems I have no choice.
Some of my friends have expressed envy—they’d love to have a book coming out, a ministry pedestal and the like. It is to those friends I must continue confessing the truth:
I envy you. I don’t necessarily want to be making a book promo video right now. I love to speak—but pastor? Be responsible, along with my husband, for a congregation—not just one, but seven days a week?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: my children are my congregation. I want to be doing crafts with them around the dining table and hearing about their latest “dream pets.” I want to be sleeping in and snuggling with them under the covers, and reading books on a blanket in the woods.
So much so, that I’ve written a book about it. About how I want to be “just a mom.” And I’m passionate about that message, so I’ll need to get out there and sell it.
Ironic, isn’t it?
Yet there’s this part of me that knows that if God asks you to do something, you’d better do it. And that He’ll give you the strength—even the heart—to embrace it joyfully. He’ll make sure you get your rest, keep your health, don’t burn out, and don’t neglect your family. If you’re doing His will—nothing more, and nothing less.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m glued-to-the-ceiling excited about starting a new church this Sunday, and signing books next spring. I feel ready to pour out my soul in helping reach the neighborhood in Wellsburg (see previous post), and my readers.
But much more than all that, I am wife to David Jonathan Bogdan and mother to Anna, Sarah, Rebecca and Ruthie. This is where I’m happiest, most fulfilled, and most content.
Besides, I am well aware that exactly seven people may be in attendance next Sunday, and my book may end up in the $2 bin at Big Lots.
In any case, as I’ve asked before, will you pray for me? I would so greatly appreciate it.