I had the "blessing" of pioneering....putting in endless hours of field service and wasting my time on people who didn't want me there. I worked tirelessly and put my marriage into danger. I also made my heart condition worse which sent me to an earlier heart surgery. And to think, I actually cried when I got my acceptance letter to pioneer. I felt so unworthy and couldn't understand why God would take such an interest in me and think me worthy to do his work. I know now that those were wasted tears.
-Fire