After sharing my testimony at a church one night a lady came up to me afterwards and asked, “So what’s it like?” A little confused I said, “What’s what like?” She leaned in and almost in a whisper said, “You know, what’s it like being married to a ‘MAN OF THE CLOTH’?”
The first thought that came to my mind when I thought of my man and cloth was his underwear on the floor and I certainly did not want to discuss that with her. I didn’t even know her!
I tried so hard to come up with something spiritual because I had just learned that I was married to a “MAN OF THE CLOTH”.
It sounded so royal-ish-ish and important. How was the wife of a “MAN OF THE CLOTH” to speak? I wondered if I should start speaking in an English accent. I have a really good one. I once convinced an entire cruise ship that I was from England with my fake accent. (My Mom made me tell everyone the truth on the last day)
But the only response I could come up with was, “Uhhhh, I think it’s just like being married to my husband but I’ll get back with you on that.”
And it’s true. For me, being a pastor’s wife is being Randy’s wife. God called me to Randy to be his wife and help mate. God also called Randy to shepherd a group of believers and I get to be a part of that calling. What a privilege and joy it is. I take it seriously. I don’t want to minimize it in any way. But I also want to remember that I’m just a normal (well, that term is relative) chic following Christ, leading others and stumbling along the way.
Lord, I want to thank you that you use normal people to accomplish your plans. You call men, women and kids into all kinds of ministry on a daily basis. It may be a divine calling into the business force, sharing the gospel on the playground or a care giving role to an aging parent. We want to be your tools to accomplish your plans. Help us to get out of the way and get over ourselves. Amen.