Adventures in the life of a Pastor's Wife (PW)

I have been debating whether to relate some of my experiences as a pastor's wife for quite some time now. Sometimes I think it would be therapeutic, and other times I think it will allow you to see how inadequate I can be! Catch 22

Well I have decided to do it anyway...

My first anecdote is actually quite mortifying. Last Sunday the church decided to have a party and show the Super Bowl while allowing the kids to come and have a grand-old-time playing games and hitting a piñata. As a good pastor, Trevan dragged me to the party! I was not terribly happy to be there because I do not like showing people my competitive, somewhat obnoxious side...especially when the Colts' are playing...Go Colts!!!!

Anyways, I opted for demure, almost bored-out-of-my-mind behavior to temper the more natural side of me. Unfortunately, by half-time I was itching to do something so I started throwing a football around with Trevan.

"Oh, I am feeling a lot better now, more loose, more happy. This is fun! I can be myself, no harm done...NO!" Imagine my horror as a pass came out of my hands too high and too hard and HIT a lady sitting like a mile behind Trevan. With the most contrite smile I could muster I waved at her and apologized to no avail. She gave me the most unforgiving look...almost as if saying "You little twit."

Needless to say, I spent the rest of the evening sitting at my seat with my hands clasped firmly in my lap, reprimanding myself for my actions..."Way to go pastor's wife, hitting the parishioners over the head with a football. Nice work there! That will really get them to warm-up to you..."

Oh well, one of the many mistakes I will make as a PW. Stay tune for more stories, because even though I don't want there to be more stories, I am sure there will be a lot more where this one came from!

The Sabbath

I've often thought about my reasons for yearning for the Sabbath's arrival. There are weeks I just can't wait for it to be Friday so I can start celebrating the Sabbath's return.

What do I find in this day that changes my life? I certainly appreciate being able to take a day off from work. I also get to put away my paint brush, hammer, and any other tools that I have been using throughout the week to do little jobs around the house.

When I was in high-school I looked forward to church because I got to dress-up and hang out with my friends. I loved singing and playing bible games. But why do I still yearn today?

Maybe its the quiet serenity of a night without television or grocery lists or meetings. I rather suspect that it is God's promise to meet us in this day and take those burdens that have weighed so heavily on our backs all week long. I know God promises to take our burdens regardless of what day of the week we bring our trials to Him. But there is something about the Sabbath rest that makes that promise more palpable and real...That is why I yearn.

Roger Wins!... Again

There are very few things in life that are givens. Deep down we know that miracles happen, but they are not very likely. Cancer can be cured, but not very likely. Not even tomorrow is certain for any of us. Life is just so unpredictable...

Wait! There are some things we can predict. Superman will escape near death twice in the same movie and still have enough time to save the world, Batman will disarm the bomb in time to save the girl, Spiderman will continue weaving his web regardless of who tries to stop him, and...of course, Roger Federer will win the big match!

Although he has his moments of weakness (French Open), you can always count on him to come back at the next Open and destroy anyone that stands in the path of him and that trophy.

I don't know about you, but I like having constants in my life. Thank you Roger!