I am a Christian, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend. I am my own unique person called by God to my own unique ministry AND I was called to marry a pastor. I am a pastor’s wife, I live in a pastor’s home and I raise pastor’s kids. I live in a fishbowl. I live in a place that many find intriguing, that some envy and that others just want to watch…to press their nose against the glass and see how we swim around this thing we call “our life.” There are preconceived ideas about what it must be like to be a part of the pastor’s family and live in his home: our laundry is supernaturally cleaned, our groceries appear in our refrigerator like manna from Heaven and our children flow in the anointing 24/7 thus ensuring us a life without hair-pulling or gnashing of teeth! Ha!
You may be wondering, why on Earth is she doing this? Because I like “real” people, and I’m willing to bet that you do too. We’re just real people doing our best to live the life that God has called us to. And that’s exactly what you should be doing as well. We’re not super-spiritual and and we don’t have a more direct line to God than you do. We are obedient, plain and simple. We read the Word of God, we believe it to be true and we work very hard to follow what it says. We believe that a relationship with Jesus Christ Monday-Saturday is key to seeing something happen on Sunday. We just live what we expect other Christians to live, and we don’t follow any preconceived expectations that don’t have any Biblical basis. I have been known to wear jeans and a baseball cap to church. Gasp! Why? Because my clothes do not determine my relationship with my Savior. And because sometimes that is just me…that is real…and I think people relate to real. Or at least I do.
You may be reading this because you are one of my closest friends and nothing on this blog can surprise you because you’ve seen my life inside and out. You may be reading this because you don’t know me very well and you’d like to get a better idea of what makes me tick, what makes me the crazy person that I am. You may be one of the dozen or so people who have asked me to write a book because apparently my little stories on Facebook (just the facts and drama of my life) are entertaining. You may be one of those who is intrigued by this glass house we live in. Or you may just not believe me when I say that we’re a lot like most people…you may see my husband and our family and think there is a secret to happiness that we’re not sharing with you. But I assure you, it’s not a secret, just choices we make.
So let me invite you to the fishbowl. Pull up a chair, stick your nose to the glass. You are invited to get a glimpse of my life. You may be surprised to see that it is not much different than yours…or, at least, it shouldn’t be.