Ten years ago, I officially fell in love with my first local church. I sat in one of the pastors offices and I told him: “I’m all in. I’ll do whatever this church wants.” I was young(er) and cocky(ier) and sure about who I was. I told him my gifts, where I wanted to serve, but explained I would do whatever our body needed.
In life, there are a few moments when you are sure of what God wants you to do. That was one of them for me.
It didn’t work out.