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So You Want to Be A Pastor’s Wife – Part Two
Years ago I discovered an old book, written in 1956, called “How to be a Preacher’s Wife and Like It”1 written by Lora Lee Parrott. The book begins, “To marry a successful preacher has been the secret ambition of many fine Christian young ladies.” Ha! I snickered, “Not me!” In fact, when I first met my husband-to-be, I knew he was studying to be a pastor, so I told him plainly, “I’ll NEVER be a pastor’s wife!” We were married two years later. Why was I so resistant? Maybe it was because of the pressure that used to be placed upon the wife of the pastor. Listen to what else…
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So You Want to Be a Pastor’s Wife – Part One
There’s been a buzz on my Facebook news feed recently, the excitement of new beginnings as friends and family graduate from high school, college and other schools of higher learning. Twenty-five years ago, we felt the same thrill as my husband wrapped up his last year of Seminary and we were sent off to the West to begin a life in ministry! Mingling emotions of RELIEF (completing school), EXCITEMENT (our first assignment!), and WONDER (are we ready?) filled our being. My brand-new husband, well aware of my reluctance to be a pastor’s wife (we’ll save that for another blog), assured me, “Honey, it may not always be easy, but I promise, we’re…
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Hold On Tight
Last month I touched on the subject of “letting go” -releasing all that we have no control over. Letting go of past events, situations, or worries. Letting go of guilt from sins that Jesus took care of 2000 years ago. Since then, I’ve been pondering the opposite view, because I realize that although there is much we need to let go of and release, there are also some things that are worth fighting for, worth hanging on to – as if life depended on it. What are those things deemed worthy of time, energy, and effort? Here’s a starter-list to get us thinking. 1. My marriage. I started with this…
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Let It Go
I’m so sorry, I really had no intention of putting that song into your head. It’s amazing, isn’t it, how three little words can be so powerful!?! It just seems to be a motto with me lately: Illness invades… let it go. Schedules conflict…let it go. Project is delayed… let it go. I want to hang on, to hold tight, to fight, to control, and God says, Let. It. Go. I’ve been buried in the book of Genesis lately, in one of my favorite studies, The Patriarchs, by Beth Moore. Written over 10 years ago, but still as timeless and applicable as ever, this study has reminded me once again…
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Go and Do Likewise
Okay… so I did a really crazy thing last September. Over the Labor Day weekend my sisters and I rode the Amtrak route across the northern states to enjoy a sister weekend. I boarded the train first, picked up a sister in Chicago, and another in Indiana. The three of us met up with two more sisters in New York for a weekend of girl-time. Sounds like fun, right? Except, if you have read some of my previous blog posts, you know I had been dealing with severe back pain since May, and sitting up all night on a train was not exactly the best thing for someone with…
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There’s No Place Like Home
I just finished painting my new kitchen. What used to be “canary yellow” is now a combo of “slate smoke” (gray-blue) and “shoelace” (not quite white, but not cream either…picture a slightly used sneaker shoelace…did I just say sneaker?) The important thing is the kitchen is not yellow anymore – not that I have anything against yellow. But it wasn’t what I chose for this kitchen. I wanted to make it mine. A dear pastor’s wife long ago told me, “When you move into a new home or parsonage, give it a good cleaning. That way, when the cob webs show up, at least then you know that they’re your…
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