Who Holds The Chaplain? - A Five-Part Series

Welcome to a series of reflections on my experience as a chaplain-in-training thus far. Each post will contain a brief written reflection paired with a 10-min vlog. I hope you enjoy. 


Being a chaplain is lonely. 😶
I can't say I'm surprised. Ministry, in general, has proven to be lonely. Many people have left my life as I've embarked on this unscripted journey--as I've embraced this totally mind-blowing NEW thing God is doing in my life. I've had to quit some things along the way. I've had to part with some identities that I once held dear.
I've cried many tears.
I've been angry with God. 😏

I'm not surprised that even amidst loving what I do (or learning to love it), loneliness creeps in like weeds in a garden. Like spiders spin their invisible webs that trap us when we least expect it, grief sneaks up on me in the midnight hour; I find myself tossing and turning, wrestling with the day's work that I thought I'd left behind at the hospital/church, holding so much in (because of confidentiality) with no one to hold me...or wipe the cold sweat off my burning forehead.
I feel...heavy.

Here are a few thoughts on my summer as a chaplain thus far.

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