Worst Pastors Wife. Ever. (Part I)

There are plenty of reasons why I make possibly the worst Pastors Wife ever.  And for those that know me, I’m sure they could add a few reasons of their own.

  • For starters, I don’t have the gift of hospitality. Or organ playing.  And that seems to be a requirement of pastor’s wives.
  • My 4 year old recently said the word dammit and I’m pretty sure she didn’t hear it from her father.
  • The only craving I have had in my current pregnancy is wine.  Delicious red wine.  (Don’t worry, I haven’t given in yet).
  • I love Greys Anatomy and Revenge, and 90210 (the original) is still at the top of my list.
  • I don’t like to pray outloud.
  • Most revealing however, is that I hate going to church.  There.  I said it.  I hate going to church.

thIn fact, I have always hated going to church.  But let me be clear – it’s the GOING that I hate.  In high school, there were not many things appealing enough to get up for at 8am on a weekend.  In college, new found freedom led to late Saturday nights and it was super hard to get up for church after going to bed just a few hours prior.   After college, I returned home but didn’t want to go to the church I grew up in and it’s hard to start going to a new one by yourself.  Translation:  It was always easy for me to have an excuse not to go. Continue reading

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