It feels like the times when I feel most discouraged is right after a relative success in ministry. I do not understand it. Maybe it's Satan trying to rob my joy, maybe it's just me learning to adjust my expectations as I maneuver the ups and downs of church ministry. I guess ultimately, its the reality that not even this work, which I once and still believe is my greatest joy, can be completely fulfilling. Yes, I know that God is using me and my teaching in ways I can't see (and I've even been blessed to be allowed to see some fruit) but sometimes, at the end of the day, it's a paycheck. All the "shiny" has worn off.
Last Thursday we had a girl's night that went really well! Movie, snacks, "Just Dance," and toe nails. I was glad to provide the opportunity for the girls to come together and have some fun and make connections with some female youth leaders. So I guess it was disappointing when Sunday rolled around, and none of the girls showed up for youth group. We've had increasingly high attendance the past few weeks, but this last sunday there were only three boys, and I got the impression that they weren't too interested in the lesson, though I pulled out everything I could think of to make it engaging. I often talk about the steady drip of truth that carved out my faith as it is today, and I know the same concept applies to these boys I teach. Sometimes, though, I catch myself wondering if I just tell myself that to make me feel better. I know that a few hours once a week is not nearly enough, and it's even more aggravating when parent's aren't committed enough to bring their children to church.
This week I have the daunting task of compiling projects and helpers for our missions week. Please pray that it all comes together smoothly. Pray also that I don't give up, but that I finish strong the race marked out for me.
No comments:
Post a Comment