I want to tap out at precisely 1:00 PM every Sunday. I really do. I fantasize the entire ride home from Advance about what it would be like to quit church planting and motherhood and Facebook and laundry and my to-do list and flossing (oh, wait), and just hole up in an island villa someplace to lounge around indefinitely, sunken into the most expensive bedding money can buy.
The mission we have been called to as parents and church planters feels too grave and too vast on Sunday afternoons. I don’t know how else to say it. It’s a lot to lift into the start of another week, but we resolve to do it because we know that what Paul said to the Galatians in Chapter 6:9 is true for us, too:
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
We can’t quit, you guys. We have to keep our hands on the plow in the different places God has set us, trusting that the eventual harvest is not dependent on our skill in doing good but rather on our willingness to not give up. May we persevere this week confident that, in the words of Charles Spurgeon, had any other condition been better for us than the one in which we’re in, divine love would have put us there.
To lifting again,