The pastor’s wife

Yes I am a pastors wife.  Not sure what you think of when I say that. I’ve been told plenty of times I do not look like one, act like one, am not what they expected. Sometimes I have been told that is  a compliment. Other times I’m pretty sure it was an insult. Guess it depends on your mindset or perspective. But we aren’t that different from most women. Some days we struggle to get our quiet time done. Some days we feel empowered and in the same day worthless. Some days we yell at our kids and sometimes our husbands. Some days we could talk endlessly about what God is doing and some days we just want to talk about our favorite coffee drink. We may love being surrounded by people one day and the next want to be totally alone. There are days we are the life of the party and others when we’d rather a dome come down on top of us and our family. Just our family. Some days we can serve tirelessly, minister endlessly, hug necks and listen. And then there are the days we just want a good quiet mani/pedi, talk to no one except our hair stylist and hug no one except our man and kids. And have someone who will listen to us go on about nothing.

So, no, we are not that different from everyone else. And yet we all have a sweet uniqueness about us. Embrace that. Do not assume things about people. We all have hurts. We all grew up in less than perfect environments. We all have regrets and we have issues.

Show grace. Let people off the hook. Only fish belong on a hook.

Be a woman who builds others up. Tearing them down makes us look cheap.

Finally, let the One who created you have the last say and seek to please Him.

But encourage one another day after day, as long as it is still called "Today," so that none of you will be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin.

Hebrews 3:13