Recently, I've had three people opine that I would make an excellent pastor. My joking reaction was "la-la-la," fingers-in-the-ears. However, when one is seeking the Kingdom of the Lord and is trying to walk in the path which He lays out in this life, there is no stepping off of that path--not unless you want to end up sleeping with the fishes like Jonah.
But it also occurred to me that I already have a ministry consisting of one person: taking care of my eighty-nine-year-old great-aunt who had a falling accident on September 24. (She is recovering very well and I will talk about it later at baldilocks.) My pastoral task is to make things easier for her and to be an efficient caretaker for her home. (A trusted friend/construction worker and I started on this today.)
It seems to me that when God has something for you to do, He starts "small." So it is that I am, at present, leading my flock of one.