Letters To The Hearts Of Pastors’ Wives

I’m from the South. I don’t know what it’s like where you live, but I grew up with the very idea of a pastor’s wife being freighted with expectations and assumptions. When my husband was in seminary in the South– before we were married–I went to a “how to be a pastor’s wife” meeting, hosted

Faithful pastors are busy. However, occasionally God uniquely gifts a man for extraordinary work in ministry. That man cannot be fully imitated, but he can be learned from. Charles Spurgeon was such a man. Spurgeon authored 135 books, 63 volumes of sermons, and was the pastor of a mega-church and leader of 60 connected institutions.

After nearly a decade as a pastor’s wife, I have experienced the unique roller coaster ride that is pastoral ministry. I find much joy in being married to a pastor, but it is certainly not without unique challenges. I want to offer my fellow pastors’ wives five lessons to help us persevere in this unique

In the early years after my son’s autism diagnosis, I had to learn many lessons. I had wanted to be the person everyone came to for help, but instead I was the person who needed it. And because I hadn’t let others in to see what life was really like for our family, they didn’t

“How have you coped with moving your children from one ministry situation to another?” I’ve been asked this question a few times as ministry friends have started to think about moving on from one job to another. Most ministry families will move at least once, and for us wives it can be a particularly difficult

For almost a year, I’ve been taking my kids swimming after school once a week. No, I didn’t enroll them in lessons like a good suburban mom. I could barely justify adding the gym membership to our monthly expenses, much less private lessons for four kids. Instead, I decided just to go swimming and hopefully

I’m not very good at friendship. I used to be the kind of friend who was as comfortable listening as unloading, but fifteen years of being a pastor’s wife has muddled my ability to be the kind of friend I’d like to be. At twenty-four, I started out with wide eyes, little discernment, and the