The first day of my sabbatical was the last day of my son's life. Writing that sentence is still strange. I struggle to believe it's true. But it is. I created my sabbatical plans months in advance. But my plan did not match God's plan.
I have been pastoring The Journey Church for 11+ years now. I was 25 years old during the preparation and launch phases. I turned 26 years old during our first year. To that point in my life, my only leadership experience was from sports as a teenager, the Army, and a role in a small youth ministry. What in the world was I thinking?