I went to the hair salon for my appointment at 9am this morning and while I was there I read the latest People magazine (an easy read when under the dryer) about the Minister’s wife who shot him in the back.
I am a Minister’s wife. It is not easy in the least and less people understand than should. I know that a lot of what a small box on the second page of the article wrote was true. Living in a glass house, always being examined or compared to. Having unrealistic expectations put upon us or when we make mistakes – being critized more heavily than another. I’m human. I make mistakes. God hasn’t required me (or my hubby) to be perfect ~ just loyal, faithful and always teachable…
My hubby doesn’t treat me like a hood ornament in or out of the church. He recognizes that God has called me as much as him to this life. I am to support him and pray for him and he is likewise to open his hand to help me rise up to the woman God called me to be. It is a partnership in the true sense of the word. A team.
Many years ago I related very much with this lady, Mary. I had been hurt so badly by people in the church that I vowed never to let anyone get close to me again but that’s not what God wanted. Me to be alone. (Did you know that they actually tell Pastor’s not to get too close to the sheep in Bible College?!!!) That is where danger sets in. Where a Minister’s wife can get to the point of frustration that she does the unthinkable.
The last few years have been the best I must admit. Our church has matured (we’ve matured) and is now full of incredible people who understand that I am human. I have true friends that I can confide in and trust won’t gossip about me. They respect me and the calling on our life (my hubby and me). They don’t get offended easily and we communicate quickly and work things out fast if it does happen. We don’t give up on each other – our relationships work both ways. It is great to be surrounded by so much love and so much support!
(I’ll finish this when JZ stops screaming, he just woke up from a nap…)