I'm just a wife and mother who earnestly desires to grow in my faith and it's demonstration. DISCLAIMER! I have absolutely no problem with women in the clergy. As a matter of fact, I have several female pastors who I consider friends. In my home, the pastor is a male so the pronouns I use to refer to a pastor tend to be male. This is not a statement of any kind. Just a reflection of my every day life!

Archive for November, 2014

#thankshubs Day 4: Dreamer

I’m not going to lie – this one was a challenge!  Anyone who knows the both of us would tell you that, of the two of us, I am the dreamer and hubby is the practical realist.  And they would be right. Mostly.  But I know a secret.

Hubby is a pastor.  No, that’s not the secret.  The church where he is currently serving is small.  The building we meet in is HUGE but the number of people gathering for worship on a Sunday is small.  Some pastors – and maybe even some church members – would look at that and say, “Oh well, it is what it is.”

But not my hubby.  He looks at our building and the size of our congregation and refuses to just maintain status quo.  Whether it is looking at ways to use our building that are VERY different or seeking the leading of the Spirit regarding ways to breathe new life and bring new ideas into our worship gatherings, he never settles.

In our building, we have a small chapel on the other side of the building from the sanctuary that just does not see much use.  A local Presbyterian congregation – which also happens to be a Spanish speaking congregation! – was in need of a place to meet.  For the last few months, Life and Hope church has been renting office space and the chapel from us.  We are learning to share the nursery space, they use the kitchen for meals every so often . . . you get the idea.  And there is something VERY cool about knowing that there are two congregations holding services, each in a different language, under the same roof!  Definitely not the traditional way to do things, but my hubby looked at an empty space and saw the possibilities!

Crisis Intervention Service – a local organization that works with women who are leaving abusive relationships – needed space to meet with and counsel their clients.  The upper floor of our building was going mostly unused.  But CIS is now renting three rooms on that upper floor to help these women in crisis.  There are no words to describe how proud I am that hubby heard about this need and stepped out to meet it.  Going after grant money that would allow us to help drive early head start families to monthly get-togethers, seeking to bring new ideas to the music ministry, incorporating other artistic expressions (like drama) into the Sunday morning gatherings . . . all things that hubby has been dreaming about out loud.  And the best part is he doesn’t just dream.  He takes action.

Many people would look at the size of our congregation – and the resulting challenges – and feel defeated.  Not my hubby.  He looks at the people and resource and begins to dream about what could be.  Instead of feeling discouraged by the challenges, he has the faith to believe that God can do something new for the kingdom!

See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.

Isaiah 43:19


#thankshubs Day 3: Spirit of Adventure

Those that know me would be surprised to hear me say that I am actually terrified to meet new people.  The apparent “social butterfly” behavior is a learned response from a childhood spent moving around a lot.  I learned that I had to make friends and quickly!

Hubby, on the other hand, has NEVER met a stranger.  I get extremely nervous even in groups of people I am acquainted with unless there are one or two individuals I am very close to.  Their presence makes me feel much more at ease.

I know that talking to strangers seems like a rather small thing to be referred to as an “adventure.” But trust me.  This man will find a ball cap, tattoo, t-shirt, . . . whatever! . . . that strikes a cord with him and start a conversation.  Restaurants, shopping malls, Target, doesn’t matter.  He will walk up to a complete stranger and strike up a conversation.  I’m in awe of that skill.  And, truth be told, a little envious!

Of course, this skill serves him well in his role as pastor since his job frequently puts him in contact with new people.  It’s a skill I should probably get better at.  For now, I’ll simply watch him do his thing and stand amazed at how easy he makes it look!


#thankshubs Challenge Day 2: Provider

I’m taking a slightly different twist on this.  Yes, I’m grateful for the financial provision.  But there is a different type of provision that my hubby brings to the table that I am truly amazed by.

He loves to do woodworking project.  As I type this, the laptop I’m using is sitting on a trestle style dining room table he made, looking at a corner bookshelf unit he constructed, chairs to match the aforementioned table, a coffee table and matching end tables . . . and if all of that isn’t enough, he re-purposed my childhood toy box into a desk for me.

There are so many things he could do with his spare time.  He loves to golf and he reads pretty voraciously.  He like to watch sports and is kind of addicted to Candy Crush, if the truth be told.  But every so often he disappears into his work shop (the garage that we don’t actually park any vehicles in!) and creates these beautiful handmade pieces.  He’s had people make specific requests of him – for pay – from time to time and I am always amazed by the work he does.

He could easily buy the shelves or the tables.  It would certainly demand less of his time!  But he chooses to design and construct the pieces himself.  I have to be careful what I say because there have been times when I’ve started a statement with “It would be nice to have . . . ” and just days later I have exactly the thing I mentioned!  (There is a recipe box sitting in my kitchen and a large set of shelves that serve as a headboard in my bedroom to prove it!)

Financial provision is nice.  But the creativity and time that he blesses my life with mean far more than money every could.

#thankshubs Challenge Day 1: Job/Career

I like changing things up every so often just to keep things fresh.  I’ve done the whole “days of thankfulness” thing during November for the last couple of years.  I’m on the last quarter of the “100 Happy Days” challenge and was wondering if I wanted to have my thankfulness “thing” and the end of the “happy days” thing overlap.  I was leaning toward no (mostly because my November “thankful days” posts were starting to sound pretty much the same from one year to the next!

Then I read about Leah Heffner ‘s #thankshubs challenge. (Leah is fellow blogger I have become acquainted with thanks to an online group for wives – check her out at http://www.leahheffner.com).  Spending one entire month being thankful for my husband.  I mean, I know I SHOULD be thankful for him every day and I know I SHOULD tell him often how much I appreciate him.  But let’s get real, shall we?!  As much as we all may cherish our loved ones, how many of us REALLY tell them as often as we should or could?!  The really nice thing about this challenge is that she offers a suggestion for each day.  You can ignore the suggestion completely if you wish but if you are looking for inspiration or an idea, she’s got you covered!

Isaiah 52:7 says –

How lovely on the mountains are the feet of him who bring good news, who announce peace and bring good news of happiness, who announces salvation, and says to Zion, “Your God reigns”.

Now, I’m not saying my hubby has cute feet.  But I am so grateful for the way he sacrifices constantly to meet the needs of the congregation that calls him “Pastor.”  He is on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, has to work EVERY Christmas Eve, does NOT get to consider Sunday a day of rest and is expected to show genuine concern for every bump, bruise, broken heart and frustrated soul.  And my man does it all with such authenticity that I am amazed by him.

I spent many of my years as a Pastor’s kid and hubby has been in some sort of ministry position since for close to 20 of the 26 years we’ve been married.  And let me tell you, being married to a Pastor is weird.  It’s the only job I can think of where I am EXPECTED to be at his work at least once a week.  His job places weird demands on the family – that Christmas Eve thing?  All of my extended family is 18 or 19 hours away which makes it interesting to try and get together for Christmas – and date night can be challenging.  I mean, he wants to be kind if we run into someone from the church.  Me?  I want to be a little selfish – “Hi, we’re on a date, see you Sunday.”  I know, not very gracious.

But he amazes me.  He never asks hurried or frazzled when one of them wants his time and attention.  He remembers all the details – birthdays, grandkids names, etc. – and genuinely enjoys getting up every Sunday to preach.  To my shame, there are times I’m so distracted by the inconveniences or weirdness of his job that I fail to see how he is thriving!  I love hearing him preach, I love working in the music ministry under his authority, and I LOVE watching him with the members of his congregation.  Even the most cantankerous grump cannot shake his genuine desire to be doing what he does.  And I am so thankful for that steadfastness.

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