Can I be blunt? (Oh please do say her readers…) May sucked. From start to finish. It just sucked. Yes, some of it was due to #firstworldproblems but a lot of it was just plain suckiness.
I’m on the pastoral staff at my church. That’s my job. It’s also my calling and my passion. I’m the children and youth minister, which is the best job in the church. I serve at a progressive Baptist (no that’s not mutually exclusive) congregation in northwest Oregon where, up until April 27th, a good friend of mine was the Senior Pastor. He accepted a call to a congregation on that other coastline and for the first five weeks of this transition for us here, my workload doubled. While it was an honor to serve by doing the extra duties, it did take its toll. June 8th was a red-letter day in my book as our interim minister (also a good friend) joined our staff and immediately lifted the load.
During those five and a half weeks, death reared its unwelcome head a couple of more times, bringing the total number of unexpected / sudden deaths (deaths to which I have some connection) since Danny died on December 13th to ten. Ten. In six months. 11 when counting in Danny. Simply put: That’s too much. Just too much.
So I haven’t been writing. Or reading. Or paying bills on time, or remembering to clean out the fridge, take out the garbage, or feed the pets. But I have been grieving…and that’s about all I have the energy to do.