"Who Moved My Cheese" 2

Like most, I have lots of "stuff" and have learned in almost 52 years how unimportant my "stuff" is to me.  Oh sure there's the comfort and sometimes security my stuff provides, but when it's all said and done, it's just "stuff." 

I have worked endlessly trying to protect, not "stuff," but my ministry.  I have held onto it tightly and spent much of my time trying to defend it and myself.  Now I can look back on it and know how foolish I was to think it was mine from the beginning.  I found much comfort and security in the role of pastor.  I liked the "position."  Many times I would look in the mirror with pride as though I was doing God a huge favor by being a pastor.  Yeah, yeah, I knew in my head that ministry belonged to God, but I still tenaciously held on to the role.  "Mine, mine, all mine!" 

I believe God placed a calling on my life, and it is still alive, but it's not well.  God has benched me for awhile.  I pray daily for forgiveness and maybe someday I will humbly find better "cheese."  May I be more submissive to His will and direction in my life.  Thank you, Lord for your patience and love.

Have a great day!

CW