Letters To The Hearts Of Pastors’ Wives

Raising the Pastors Kids

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...

When You’re the Loneliest Member of Your Church

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,...

The Bottom Line

In my childhood, it was always an exciting annual moment. On that cold December night, sitting in the sanctuary, surrounded by friends, enveloped by the warmth of a fire, a church elder would approach the podium and speak with authority: “We’d like to ask Pastor and...

Out of the Mud Pit

When I met my husband, I knew the Lord was calling him to be a pastor. In my head, I envisioned us...