It had been a very busy couple of months, but this week wasn’t all that busy. It just felt very long. I still had my regular duties of youth group, visits, calls and letters, but the majority of that was completed. I was able to spend most of my time preparing a sermon because pastor would be gone. I enjoy doing that so it didn’t feel like a difficult task. Overall, it was a light week, and, yet, one of the longest weeks.
Why was that? Well, the next week I would be heading to Canada to go fishing. My mind was distracted. I enjoyed my work, but was really looking forward to getting in a boat and trolling for monster walleye or fighting a massive bass as it struggled to swim away. That’s where I really wanted to be. But until then, I had a mission. I had a job to complete to the best my ability.