I stand and wonder, "Have I done anything wrong? What else could I have done?"
God is silent.
I think. Hard.
And at that moment I do not understand what could have been different.
Another conversation with another person. The entitlement and ungratefulness seeping through her comments.
Those two put together in one morning... and I am just so... angry... so frustrated and sad.
Everyone who's ever tried to witness to someone or disciple a new believer in Christ will eventually face DISCOURAGEMENT.
Discouragement - that desire to lower your hands, throw in the towel, exhale and... walk away... from it all...
Yes, from it all... from the good and the ugly. Just be done with it.
But how can I?
How then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher?
I am reminded why I am here.
And I try again.