As I live, ministry is woven more naturally through my life.
I used to be a perfectionist–a "pat on the head" type of kid who jumped higher than expected when given the command.
I liked that I could do things well. I liked that my reading level was much higher than my classmates and that anything below an A+ seemed unworthy of my time.
You know, all the things God isn't grading us on.
So "church" was going to be one of those things I knocked out of the park too. And for a while, I did.
But there was a great chasm in my heart between the doing and the changing. Because, as often as God uses us to tend to others, He uses the act of serving others to tend to us.
And it wasn't until I got this, until I gave over the exhausting act of being the "best" that God could minister to me at my worst.
So ministry is no longer capitalized, but sits still with its lower-cased "m,"
a beautiful possibility when looking into the eyes of someone God is waiting for you to meet.
