On the morning that I decided it was time to play the role of Pastor’s Wife, there was a torrential downpour. Flooding everywhere, rain pouring down in droves. We arrived late because I couldn’t see more than a foot in front of me while driving. We parked far away and at a mega-church, that means FAR away. Being late: strike one. I don’t have a raincoat or umbrella because it’s not the kind of thing I think of bringing. Ever. I take my 4 year olds hand and carry my 2 year old and we make a sprint (well, as fast as a 4 yr old can run) for the church doors. We get in and I just stop and stand there. People walk through the doors, lower their umbrellas and shake the water off their raincoats while offering me a smile. I take the girls to the bathroom where my 4 yr old starts crying because her tights are wet. I panic slightly knowing that this daughter of mine would rather be naked than have something – even water- on her clothes. No umbrella: Strike two. I put her under the hand dryer and tell her some story about Noah’s ark and convince her that it’s fun to be wet. I turn to look at my 2 year old who is saying over and over “ooh, oooh!” I look to where she is pointing and notice that she is missing her shoe. It had fallen off in our desperate sprint from the car to the church doors. I stare blankly at her wet shoeless tights. Continue reading
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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.
In 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