Nell Goddard

musings of a clergy child

05 May
2013

Clergy Child's Lament

I didn't choose it
You called my parents to it
You made a place for me
Where I thought there was none
Out of my comfort zone
And into Your calling

'Incarnational ministry', they call it
'Invasion of personal space', I respond
My house is not my own
My time is other people's
My life is a sermon illustration
I am to be an example to all
I apologise for things that are not my fault
I welcome in the stranger
I make small talk with anyone
'Tea or coffee? We have plenty'
Is my battle cry

I smile politely at the personal comments
About my weight
My hair
My intelligence
My family
My life

I will share anything with them
Including my parents
My dog
My sofa
My home
My life
I will share anything with them
Except my mug.

I didn't choose it
You called my parents to it
You made a place for me
Where I thought there was none
Out of my comfort zone
nd into Your calling

To share everything
Even when it hurts
To take what You have given me
Every last bit of it
My parents
My dog
My sofa
My home
My life
Even my mug
To lay it at the foot of the cross
And surrender it all back
To You
Into Your hands
To use as You will
To bless
To heal
To restore
To bring hope
Joy
Peace

And to trust
That in all things
You will provide for me
A safe place
To hide
To cry
To scream
To rant
To question
To trust
To be angry
To be grateful
To believe

I didn't choose it
You called my parents to it
You made a place for me
Where I thought there was none
Out of my comfort zone
And into Your calling.

Nell Goddard
ME

Hi, I’m Nell. Alianore, if we’re being overly formal (that’s pronounced ‘Eleanor’, by the way). I’m a blogger, author, speaker, and occasional over-thinker. An introvert who likes to talk. A theologian, on a good day. A Christian, a storyteller, and a friend.