“Are you really sure you wanna leave?” I’ve been asked that question many times over the last few months. Partly, I think it’s asked because people will miss me here, but also I think it’s asked because things are starting too get exciting here.
A few years ago, when I first began to seriously consider leaving, the desire was born more out of frustration than anything else. I had grown tired of small town ministry, frustrated with watching people grow cold in their love for Jesus, and just plain weary of having few like-minded believers here. Basically, I had grown tired of my post, wanted out, and was contemplating shooting myself in my foot to get an early discharge.
But, though I was stir-crazy and worn out, I didn’t sense God’s permission for me to leave. So I hung in there. I figured I’d give it a few more years so I could end with a nice round 10 years of service under my belt.