I stumbled into this ministry thing.
I just started walking straight months ago, and with the determination that fueled my steady trod came the perseverance needed to weather an unforeseen storm.
It seems as if as soon as I got the confidence to stand tall in my call, a hurricane swept through and destroyed the vegetation that was nurturing me.
But I have not starved. I have not gone hungry. I have not gone thirsty. I may only eat once a day, but I eat. I am fed. I am full. My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy have carried me. I need for nothing, despite my wants.
So, I say, "here I am, God!" Like the great prophet, "Use me. Send me!"
Steady my stumbling and temper my trod. I'm jumping in.