Today I had my first, “Oh Crap! Lord help me!” moment in ministry. An early morning phone call led to a leaving of the coffee brewing and a bowl of cereal in the fridge in order to meet someone in crisis.
What was I suppose to say? What was I suppose to do? Could I handle this?
We met and talked for a little while. I tried to recall Pastoral Counseling 101, but I didn’t remember this topic being covered.
I relied wholly on the promises of God to speak through me. Every movement I made, every posture I held, every word I spoke felt so intentional. I pray that out of my jumbled mess of words and care, God will comfort and heal.
Today my prayers are from Anne Lamott – “Help me. Help me. Help me.” and “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
