Living in the tension between joy and happiness. Blessed in family and life, but crushed and discouraged by the weight of a ministry calling that seems almost pointless right now. If God really wants me to fight a forest fire with a squirt gun, I’m game. But feeling called to defend the truth of the Gospel to a world that’s veering so quickly towards hate, irrationality, and ignorance of that Gospel has me burnt to a crisp. Prayerfully looking at how to balance the need to breathe with a command to keep diving into this ocean of abuse. Secure in my future (joy), but fighting the urge to tell the unbelieving world to go pound salt. Not something I express anywhere but here, and only because I know others have felt the same.