I miss the adrenaline rush I get to pioneer something, to lead in cell, chair a service or brainstorm what else I can share in offertory.  I miss waking up over Rev. Thiam Choy’s call every Monday morning pretending I wasn’t half asleep.  I miss going to practice on Saturday and Sunday after an afternoon long meeting after fetching random pastors every week in the world’s furthest airport.  I miss making sure cells are in place and needing to distinguish between an advisor and ten facilitators.  I miss feeling that I haz it.

I miss feeling like I can do anything. I can do all things.