Following Jesus in ministry.

Born and raised on a midwest farm, I wanted to marry and raise a family just like my parents did. I wanted to live close by both sets of parents so my children could visit their grandparents everyday. I wanted them to run off the bus throw their homework on the dining room table and run in grandma’s back door…just like I did.

But God…had a plan He was working out for my good and His glory so off to Bible college I went after saying no to studying at Iowa State pursuing a degree in psychology. It was shortly after I began my first semester I read this:

Whoever loves father and mother more than me is not worthy of me, and whoever loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. And whoever does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. Matthew 10:37-39

I about fell off my chair in the library, because I really loved my father and mother. What was God saying to me? Little did I know how often I would come back to those verses to steer me in the ministry path God would lead me and my husband/pastor.

Losing my life has meant

  • living very far away from that initial dream
  • ministering in states I never thought I would live in…New York. Isn’t New York just NYC?
  • Heart wrenching decisions to leave bestfriends to move to another pastorate
  • trudging through isolation, lonliness, depression, only to find God is all I need
  • trusting God after a car accident and I was pregnant with our daughter
  • loving God more than my husband and children; Radical, right? Especially in today’s culture that says put the child first

Losing my life to follow my Lord has meant many things. I go back to the Matthew passage often to remind myself that only in losing my life for Christ’s sake will I find it.

There’s my beginning. Only God knows where the journey will continue as I said this past week during our missions conference.. Here I am Lord send me.


Just a note…living close to parents, grandparents, relatives, etc. is not a bad thing. When God plans your life that way, praise Him. It wasn’t His plan for me.