There are weeks that I can't wait to come to the office because my mind is full of things I want to say. Those weeks, the text seems to just jump off the page shouting its message. But there are other weeks in which I have read the text, chewed on it, read what others have said, heard what others have preached, read the text again. And I come in Friday morning going, "What am I going to say to the church Sunday?"
But here is the love part. God is always faithful. And it amazes me that often times those weeks in which I struggle with what to say are the very weeks that, after I preach, people will say, "That is exactly what I needed to hear today. You spoke right to me."
So here I am this morning. It's one of those weeks.
I LOVE this job (if it is right to call what I do a job). Thank You, Father.