I thank God everyday that no one has yet to invent the mind-reading machine. For every church member who would blush, cringe, and run from reading their First Lady’s thoughts–it would be the end of the Christian Church as we know it.
God aligned the moon and stars for me to recently hang out with some pastor wives. All professionals in our own right, making time for a meal or a gathering takes time and effort. One sister, I had never met. Two I had met on occasion. At two different times of my day I was able to bless and be blessed by the simple encounters of their spirit. Our husbands are great buddies, and we ourselves decided to dash that old adage of competition among women, and get to know each other better. I have been identified as the seasoned pastor wife. At fourty years old, seventeen years married, eleven years as a pastor’s wife and six as a youth pastor’s wife–I guess you could call me seasoned. 😳 #LeSigh
We talked. We laughed. We talked some more. We high-fived. We nodded our heads in empathy. We raised our glasses in agreement. Yep! Some of us do #drank. We reveled in the awesomeness and burden of our sisterhood. Our closest friends, as best as they can, as much as they would love to, can’t truly empathize with the role we wear.
I. HAD. NO. CLUE. WHAT. BEING. A. PASTOR. WIFE. WOULD. ENTAIL.
God knows why He kept me in the dark!
It is a sisterhood of women who have mastered the art of “grin and bear it” for weekly service. Of women who are either over rated or under valued. Of women whose husbands are revered and they are reviled. Of women who miscarry one Sunday and are in church the next. Of women whose esteem is so low, their purse/shoe expenses are so high. Of women who seethe quietly in the pews with stiff backs and cold hearts. Of women who leave challenging jobs to sit in a service thinking of what’s on their agenda for tomorrow. Of women who feel the pressure to be something they can never be. Of women who have to clothe, bathe, feed, educate children and make it look easy. Of women who are stay-at-home moms and regarded as being lazy. Of women who are working professionals and regarded as being too ambitious. Of women living that damned if you do and damned if you don’t type of life.
So the next time you glance over to your pastor wife in service, say a silent prayer for her well being. Pray her sanity remains intact. Pray her personal relationship with Jesus is an everyday experience. Pray her husband and her children receive her very best. Pray that God provides her with an outlet to be herself.
Pray that she doesn’t cuss one of these triflin’ members out…