I’ve been recovering from a cough that has pretty much robbed me of my voice. It’s never been an issue before – I’ve never been the only one on deck for a Sunday morning service. Preaching last weekend felt very complicated. Not only was I trying to articulate clearly with my froggy sounds, but I was trying to walk the fragile line between letting others care for me in my weakness and still live into the responsibilities that have been entrusted to me in this role.

This whole last week has been an exercise in finding my voice. I have discovered that I am finally ready to begin asking questions, to listen carefully to the answers, and to offer some vision and leadership in response. In the past month I have been given a deep affection for the people of this congregation. I am excited about coming into a season where I am not just learning names, but learning the hopes and dreams of our worshiping community. It is my prayer that I will regain my voice, both physically after this cough, and spiritually after this transition. May every opportunity to use my voice honor the hearts of those around me, and honor God with the faithful stewardship of this call.