At the End of a Long Day. . .

Sundays are commonly marathon days for pastors. Today was a marathon day. Only 14 hours after beginning, the "work day" is slowing to an end.

It might sound like a complaint, but trust me, it's not.

There is nothing more satisfying to me than doing the thing that I was created to do. And I honestly believe I was created to be a pastor. I get tired, like everybody else, but I sleep soundly, knowing I invested every ounce of myself in the thing to which God called me.

A wonderful church, great people doing the things God has given them to do, Bible studies, the new youth group, plans and dreams for the future, thankfulness for the things past. It simply doesn't get any better than that!

If I haven't said it lately, or in your hearing, let me say it now: I am thankful to God and His church for the privilege of being exactly where He called me to, doing exactly what He's called me to. I am, among all men, very, very blest!