My father died aged 66. Over a decade ago.

I asked my sister for the age because I must confess he has been gone for a while, and today, being my birthday, I find myself reflecting on my life. Dad seemed old when he died. But that age is ten years in my future. In fact in today’s society it is not old, for many it is the start of a long and healthy season. It wasn’t for my dad.

I also read a friend’s blog as he came to the conclusion that full time Pastoral work is not in his future. He is not that much older than me, and he surfs most days, strong and healthy. He is so good at what he does outside of Pastoral work I am not surprised he has come to that conclusion. He has been helpful to me with advice and support around ministry so I am glad he is moving into that space more and more.

A few years ago I made the big shift across the country to what has become my second opportunity at Pastoral work, here in Kew. It has not always been easy, but it is a path that God clearly led us to. It is one where we have seen why after the initial decision. When people make a life changing decision the results are not always as clear. God’s blessing is not always as clear as what it is here.

I am here, God and church willing, for the next ten years. It is something I talk about with the most important people in my life. How incredible to think of what God might do to surpass what He is already doing. I want to see more people say yes to Jesus. I want to hear them sing to God’s glory. I want to see them baptised, learn about Jesus and go on to lead, pastor and be missionaries. It is not often that I am not thinking about what someone else can do and be in the Church.

I do feel called to pastoral work in this season. It is how God has wired me.

Calling is something powerful isn’t it. Hearing God’s voice. Understanding your place in the Kingdom.