I’ve been stuck… unable to move. Not literally, because since the last time I was here, I have moved, which is truly the opposite of stuck. In the middle of a pandemic, I moved from Texas to the cornfields of northern Indiana. And not stuck in the hamster wheel of life because that, too, has been moving. I’ve started another job, answered another call, invested time and energy into a new community, fallen in love, said goodbye to a dog, and said hello to a puppy… but in and through all of that, I’ve been stuck. Stuck in my head, stuck thinking that my thoughts, my life, my words will not add value, are not of value… this friends is the sticky place… this is an all too familiar cycle of self-doubt that will keep us from sharing, and in our absence of sharing it will keep others from witnessing it will keep others from celebrating with us, for us, grieving with us, for us, it will keep us alone and stuck. I’ve been stuck, maybe you’ve been stuck, this is a first move to loosen the grip just a little to break some of the adhesive. In the past, I have shared because my story is also our story, and your story is also my story…. so in this space… I am going to continue to share, not concerned with value, but because this is how I fight the stick.

One of the ways I’ve done some moving is I am in a Doctor of Ministry Program through Fuller Seminary, and the below video is a video I put together earlier this semester as a part of a course but seems like a precursor, and perhaps preaching to myself.

Blessings, Friends, as you do the thing, get unstuck… even if it’s not good enough.

– Brenda