As a ladies group at church we are going through the book, Women of the Word: How to Study the Bible with Both Our Hearts and Our Minds by Jen Wilkin. We are going through a chapter each month. This month our chapter is Studying with Patience. In my quiet time one morning...you know, that hour to an hour and a half that I've forced myself to get up before the kids...I was reading the chapter again and preparing my thoughts about it. When the kids got up we ate breakfast and did our Bible reading together. I was then trying to get everyone to get dressed and get ready for the day. My 2 year old got busy with something on the couch so I took her diaper and clothes to the couch and changed her. Then I got her socks and shoes. She wanted to do it herself so I gave them to her and walked away to do something else. She can sometimes get her socks on, but I figured if she didn't then she'd let me when I came back. Well, she didn't try, but when I walked back into the room she asked for my help. I gladly put her socks on and started putting her shoes on. As I get the first one on and tied I then start to put the other shoe on. At first she doesn't want me to...she wants to do it herself. I show her how to pull the tongue out and tell her to put her foot in. She tries, but of course can't get it. She again asks for help. I gladly put the shoe on. Then the fun part starts. She wants to tie it! Well I know there's no way she can tie it, but I let her try. She tries sticking the shoelace back in the holes where it already is. She tries to take the shoelaces out of the holes! I put a stop to that. I keep asking if I can help and she keeps telling me she is doing it. I sit beside her and watch and then it dawns on me...my 2 year old is trying to teach me patience!! 😃
Here I thought I was just reading about being patient with studying the Bible, but I was really reading about how to be patient in life and specifically with a 2 year old! Eventually, she did give up and let me tie it for her.
Later, we were at the park and she was climbing up the "rock wall" before anyone knew what she was doing. She is obviously not very patient and will need to learn that virtue. 😃 The picture below is of her going up it the 2nd time and big sister was there for support....not that she needed it.
COFFEE WITH THE PASTOR'S WIFE
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Monday, July 8, 2019
Book list
A couple years ago, my husband started challenging himself to read more books and to keep track of how many he was reading. He has now read over 200 books! He challenged me this year to do the same. I didn't think I'd get to read a lot so I set a goal of 20 books for the year. Hey, I'd rather set the goal low so I know I can reach it, rather than get disappointed about failing at something. I just realized there's a back story to that statement, but I guess it will have to wait for another post. :-)
So, I set a goal of 20 books for this year and it is only July and I have read 22 books!! Only half way through the year and I have exceeded my goal! Now, I do have to say, it helps that I help clean a house every Monday (every other this summer) so I listen to a book while I'm cleaning. We also just took a trip and I was able to listen to a book while driving.
Anyway, a couple people have asked me what books I read. I decided to do a post about it. I will give you the list, but I will tell you not all of them are recommended for everyone. I will try to make notes by the ones that I remember would not be for everyone.
So, if you want to know what this pastor's wife has been reading....
1. I Married You by Walter Trobisch
2. A Sensible Arrangement by Tracie Peterson
3. Love Story by Karen Kingsbury
4. A Moment in Time by Tracie Peterson
5. See Me by Nicholas Spark (I'm thinking there may have been some harsh language in this, but can't remember for sure)
6. A Matter of Heart by Tracie Peterson
7. Everything is Possible: Finding the Faith and Courage to Follow Your Dreams by Jen Bricker
8. Adorned: Living Out the Beauty of the Gospel Together by Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth
9. Unplanned: The Dramatic True Story of a Former Planned Parenthood Leader by Abby Johnson
10. Lies Girls Believe: And the Truth that Sets Them Free by Dannah Gresh,
https://store.reviveourhearts.com/products/lies-girls-believe-a-moms-guide-to-lies-girls-believe-set
11. For Such a Time by Kate Breslin
12. When Life and Beliefs Collide: How Knowing God Makes a Difference by Carolyn Custis James
13. In This Moment by Karen Kingsbury
14. The Code Red Revolution: How Thousands of People are Losing Weight and keeping it off...by Cristy Nickel
15. A Praying Life: Connecting with God in a Distracting World by Paul E. Miller
16. Mom Enough: The Fearless Mother's Heart and Hope by Tony Reinke (Editor), Karalee Reinke (Editor), Rachel Jankovic, etc
17. Missional Motherhood: The Everyday Ministry of Motherhood in the Grand Plan of God by Gloria Fruman
18. Beautiful Boy: A Father's Journey Through His Son's Addiction by David Shaff (harsh language)
19. The Successful Homeschool Family Handbook by Raymond S. Moore
20. Harvesting the Heart by Jodi Picoult (I'm thinking there was some harsh language in this...and the picture that showed up on Goodreads was different than the picture on the audio app...I do not like the picture on Goodreads)
21. Suffering is Never for Nothing by Elisabeth Elliott
22. Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (harsh language)
**I do not get anything for you using the links. I just thought it might be helpful for you to find the right book. I do own some of these and would be glad to share, but most of them I got at the library or through my audio app.
Last year, I read through Women of the Word: How to Study the Bible with Both Our Hearts and Our Minds by Jen Wilkin. I am reading through this again one chapter at a time with a group of ladies from church.
So, there you go. It may not be a bunch of genres, but I have tried out some new authors. I just started another audio book, but I'm not sure that I'll get it done before it has to be returned. I'll try to update the list as I go, but as you can see from my posts....I'm not very good at keeping up with posting here.
Monday, November 26, 2018
12 years ago
You know when people ask you, "Where were you when_________?" and they are significant events you can tell them right away where you were and what you were doing. Well, if you would ask me today, "Where were you 12 years ago today?" I could answer you..."I was lying on a hospital bed waiting for my first baby to finish his journey from my body into this world". You see at this point I had already been in labor for about 36 hours. Since my water broke first it is easy to know when my labor started. We had stayed home for 32 of those hours. We planned to have the baby at home. Unfortunately, I was tired when I went in to labor. My water broke at midnight and we hadn't been to bed yet. Then all the adrenaline kicked in and I couldn't sleep. Even though I wanted to turn the lights on and go outside and walk around, the midwives tried to keep things dark and relaxing. It was November in PA so we already had snow and it was very cold, but I felt the cold would shock me awake and help me. They did eventually turn the lights on and let me go outside, but only for a very short time. As I look back now after 4 more births, I realize I should have fought more for what I wanted. Oh well, it all still went well. Anyway, back to my son making the journey. After 40 1/2 hours from the time my water broke, Michael finally decided to join us on the outside! It's funny now to see that his personality fits his birth story. He is not quick to do anything! It takes him FOREVER to unload or load the dishwasher, gather the trash, do school work that I know he could do a lot faster and really anything, unless it's getting the computer out to play Minecraft, he does really slow. When the second one came along and got older we joked that she would jump off of something and then look back to see how high it was and Michael would stand and evaluate the height, the wind speed, etc before making the jump and then decide it wasn't worth the risk. I am glad after 40 1/2 hours he decided it was worth the risk to come out and meet us!
I'm not a real sentimental person. I don't sit every year on their birthdays thinking about the years past. Yes, the time is going fast, but I guess I'm so focused on getting through it that I don't think about the past, at least not until I see an old picture and remember how little they were. For whatever reason, this year I have been thinking about the last 12 years. We celebrate three of the kids' birthdays in November. There are significant things that happened with each birth and I could talk all day about all 5 of our kids' births, but I do understand not everyone wants to hear about them and I try to be respectful of that. We have found them to be such a joyous time and we just like to talk about them.
I have thought a lot the last couple of days about how much Michael is growing and maturing. Sure there are times that he still disobeys, whines and complains, annoys us about Minecraft, and is just a kid. But, he is also at times a very good older brother. He can be a good helper with his youngest sister, Eva, unless it involves changing a poopy diaper. He will build a whole city of Legos with his younger brother and play card and board games with his other sisters. There are times that he and Lydia will sit and read a book together. I find all of these times to show the sweet side of him and I try to remember those as I'm trying not to be frustrated with his attitude or slowness. Michael was such an easy baby. He slept through anything and was very laid back.
I don't really know what the purpose of writing this was. In my head the last few days I've had the perfect way of writing this and all the right words, but of course as I have time and sit to write it today, it's not coming out the same. I will be letting him read this later so I just want to say.....Michael, I love you so much! I do see you growing and maturing. I know sometimes I expect more from you than you are capable of doing, but I also know you are capable of doing so much more than you realize yet. I pray you will grow into a godly man just like your dad. I pray you will desire to always seek God first. And I can't wait to see what God does with you as you continue to grow. HAPPY 12th BIRTHDAY, MICHAEL!!
I'm not a real sentimental person. I don't sit every year on their birthdays thinking about the years past. Yes, the time is going fast, but I guess I'm so focused on getting through it that I don't think about the past, at least not until I see an old picture and remember how little they were. For whatever reason, this year I have been thinking about the last 12 years. We celebrate three of the kids' birthdays in November. There are significant things that happened with each birth and I could talk all day about all 5 of our kids' births, but I do understand not everyone wants to hear about them and I try to be respectful of that. We have found them to be such a joyous time and we just like to talk about them.
I have thought a lot the last couple of days about how much Michael is growing and maturing. Sure there are times that he still disobeys, whines and complains, annoys us about Minecraft, and is just a kid. But, he is also at times a very good older brother. He can be a good helper with his youngest sister, Eva, unless it involves changing a poopy diaper. He will build a whole city of Legos with his younger brother and play card and board games with his other sisters. There are times that he and Lydia will sit and read a book together. I find all of these times to show the sweet side of him and I try to remember those as I'm trying not to be frustrated with his attitude or slowness. Michael was such an easy baby. He slept through anything and was very laid back.
I don't really know what the purpose of writing this was. In my head the last few days I've had the perfect way of writing this and all the right words, but of course as I have time and sit to write it today, it's not coming out the same. I will be letting him read this later so I just want to say.....Michael, I love you so much! I do see you growing and maturing. I know sometimes I expect more from you than you are capable of doing, but I also know you are capable of doing so much more than you realize yet. I pray you will grow into a godly man just like your dad. I pray you will desire to always seek God first. And I can't wait to see what God does with you as you continue to grow. HAPPY 12th BIRTHDAY, MICHAEL!!
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
"You're Sick"
"You're sick." This was my husband reply to a text today, trying to encourage me.
After dealing with the kids fighting off and on all morning and not feeling well, I got upset with them and said things that weren't kind. I decided to soak in the tub and read. I was hoping it would help me relax and feel better. I text him and told him I was sorry. I was not mad at him or the kids. I told him "I guess my expectations weren't meeting my reality and I wasn't adjusting my expectations". He tried making me feel better by telling me it wasn't my expectations, it was that I was sick. I knew he was trying to help, but I didn't want that excuse. I was expecting the kids to be good and helpful (like they had been the last 2 days while he was gone) and I wanted them to take care of things and me. How messed up is that?! Of course, my husband would like to be helping out more and taking care of me, but he was gone 2 days and I'll be gone Friday night and Saturday so it's a busy and off week from our normal schedule. I am trying not to put expectations on him that he can't meet.
Anyway, this about the expectations all started on Sunday. I was home Sunday with two sick kids. I was listening to Revive our Hearts (https://www.reviveourhearts.com/radio/revive-our-hearts/relational-longings/) where the speaker was talking about unfulfilled longings. This was the statement that stood out to me....
There are more, but do any of these sound familiar? They did to me! I don't know about you, but in this fast-paced world I find myself thinking I should see immediate results in everything. I can go to a restaurant and get food within 5 minutes, turn on the computer and look up anything and have it on my screen in just a few seconds, I expect to call customer service and get answers right away, and so on and so on. So, why can't I start eating healthier and exercising and see weight loss within 1 day?! Why is it that I have to keep telling my kids every day to brush their teeth, or shower, or pick things up and on and on? Why can't they just figure it out after I tell them the first time? I have a great husband, great kids, a house, a car, no ongoing disease or chronic issues....so why can't I just be happy?
I was really dreading the time that Paul was going to be gone since he wouldn't be home till Tuesday night after the kids went to bed. On Monday, after Paul left at 6 am, the kids and I got up and one more was sick. Monday evening I was able to send this text to Paul, my mom, and a couple praying friends.....
At this point, the 4th kid had a slight fever. I wasn't feeling good, but figured I was just tired. I had gone a whole day with only getting out of sorts about something twice and I quickly got over it (and apologized to the kid involved)!! This was big for me! I have realized I have gotten into a rut of thinking that I HAVE to yell and nag to get the kids to listen. This is just how I am....I just get frustrated easily and I can't do anything about it. My life is just hard! WRONG!!!
My life is hard because I have chosen to believe that my expectations should be my reality and that's just not going to happen. Now I'm not saying I can't expect my kids to behave and obey, stick with a workout and eating plan, or even stop yelling and nagging....what I am saying is I can't expect that to happen overnight. I need to make sure my expectations are things that can be met and if not, then I need to change them.
Like I said, I'm not feeling well so I hope this all makes sense. :-)
After dealing with the kids fighting off and on all morning and not feeling well, I got upset with them and said things that weren't kind. I decided to soak in the tub and read. I was hoping it would help me relax and feel better. I text him and told him I was sorry. I was not mad at him or the kids. I told him "I guess my expectations weren't meeting my reality and I wasn't adjusting my expectations". He tried making me feel better by telling me it wasn't my expectations, it was that I was sick. I knew he was trying to help, but I didn't want that excuse. I was expecting the kids to be good and helpful (like they had been the last 2 days while he was gone) and I wanted them to take care of things and me. How messed up is that?! Of course, my husband would like to be helping out more and taking care of me, but he was gone 2 days and I'll be gone Friday night and Saturday so it's a busy and off week from our normal schedule. I am trying not to put expectations on him that he can't meet.
Anyway, this about the expectations all started on Sunday. I was home Sunday with two sick kids. I was listening to Revive our Hearts (https://www.reviveourhearts.com/radio/revive-our-hearts/relational-longings/) where the speaker was talking about unfulfilled longings. This was the statement that stood out to me....
"I’m starting to realize that a lot of the (what we call in counseling terms) “presenting problems,” the reason that you call and say, “Help me!” . . . I’ve never had someone call and say, “Help me, because my expectations don’t match my reality. I’m not sure how to do that biblically.”
But they call and say, “I am angry all the time,” or “I’m depressed,” or whatever it is. A lot of that when we get to the root of it is, “How do I learn to thrive with unfulfilled longings? What do I do with circumstances not being what I expect?” It shows itself in statements that maybe you’ll recognize; nothing’s ever good enough.
That's it! This is me! When she goes on to ask women what some typical expectations are these are some that are mentioned....
1. My children are going to obey everything I tell them to.
2. My husband will meet all my needs!
3. My kids will always eat what I make.
4. “I’m going to be happy!”
5. If I don’t eat certain things I’ll lose weight!
6. We read the Bible and expect our spiritual life to be instantly better!
There are more, but do any of these sound familiar? They did to me! I don't know about you, but in this fast-paced world I find myself thinking I should see immediate results in everything. I can go to a restaurant and get food within 5 minutes, turn on the computer and look up anything and have it on my screen in just a few seconds, I expect to call customer service and get answers right away, and so on and so on. So, why can't I start eating healthier and exercising and see weight loss within 1 day?! Why is it that I have to keep telling my kids every day to brush their teeth, or shower, or pick things up and on and on? Why can't they just figure it out after I tell them the first time? I have a great husband, great kids, a house, a car, no ongoing disease or chronic issues....so why can't I just be happy?
I was really dreading the time that Paul was going to be gone since he wouldn't be home till Tuesday night after the kids went to bed. On Monday, after Paul left at 6 am, the kids and I got up and one more was sick. Monday evening I was able to send this text to Paul, my mom, and a couple praying friends.....
"Thanks for the prayers. I was really dreading today and tomorrow with Paul gone and the kids being sick. We've had a pretty good day. I didn't have a lot of expectations of getting anything done and that helped. Michael and Grace made their own monopoly games...which took most of the day and we made pretzels for Levi's science project...we've been trying to do them since last Monday. They've all played well together and been good helpers when needed.
...I realized that's totally me (I shared the above thought from Revive our hearts about the expectations not meeting reality). The reason I get so out of sorts is because my reality isn't meeting my expectations. What needs to change is my expectations!"
At this point, the 4th kid had a slight fever. I wasn't feeling good, but figured I was just tired. I had gone a whole day with only getting out of sorts about something twice and I quickly got over it (and apologized to the kid involved)!! This was big for me! I have realized I have gotten into a rut of thinking that I HAVE to yell and nag to get the kids to listen. This is just how I am....I just get frustrated easily and I can't do anything about it. My life is just hard! WRONG!!!
My life is hard because I have chosen to believe that my expectations should be my reality and that's just not going to happen. Now I'm not saying I can't expect my kids to behave and obey, stick with a workout and eating plan, or even stop yelling and nagging....what I am saying is I can't expect that to happen overnight. I need to make sure my expectations are things that can be met and if not, then I need to change them.
Like I said, I'm not feeling well so I hope this all makes sense. :-)
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
The Day Came
I came on to write a new post and realized my last one was about the day we had to have a growth removed from Ruby's lip. I wrote about how hard it was going to be to let her go when the day came, even though I was ready to not have a dog. Well, the day finally came. After her surgery it seemed like Ruby went downhill fast. She started having bladder problems, more hip problems, drinking a lot more (sign of cancer), and just wasn't acting like herself. She was falling as she went out the door and even sometimes slipping and falling as she was walking through the house. She wasn't wanting to play with the kids outside. She wasn't even hearing us until a really loud noise happened right by her. So, we made the very tough decision to have her put down yesterday. We didn't want her to get to the point that she was suffering (any more than she was already) and we wanted to remember her in a generally good condition. We sat the kids down and told them what was going to happen. As I watched I could tell that Lydia was trying hard not to cry so I motioned for her to come over to me. Immediately she fell into my arms and started bawling. Grace got up and came over and did the same thing. I cried along with them. Levi came over and hugged the girls. I don't think he knew how to react. Michael right away started planning a tombstone. When we got ready to leave about 10:30 I had the kids tell Ruby goodbye. The girls walked out crying. The boys just went on their way. I waited till they were out and then told her goodbye. Of course, I had a hard time looking at her and not feeling bad, but I knew it would be better for her. I walked out crying, but tried to control it as I got in the van. It was a tough day as the kids and I were gone all day. Paul text me later to let me know that it was done. I was ok most of the day until I thought about how they actually did it and about Paul being there with her as she went. We have talked about it so much in the last few months that it is just hard to believe that she is actually gone. It has been really hard being home today and her not being here. I find myself turning around expecting her to be right there. I think Paul and I are having a harder time than the kids because we got Ruby before we had any of the kids. We will get through this and we will be fine, but I do want to apologize if I ever came across as insensitive to anyone that has lost a pet. I did not realize how difficult it was.
Now, I also have to add to this some things I have been thinking about through this. Yesterday, as I thought about how it was actually done and thinking about Paul standing there watching her go, it made me think about what Christ went through for us. I think it is so easy for us to know that Christ died for us on the cross, but how often do we actually think about the pain and agony he went through. I don't think Ruby felt pain, but it was thinking about the actual procedure that made me upset. When I think about the physical and emotional pain that Christ went through for me it makes me upset in the same way. As I think about the nails piercing his hands and feet and thorns piercing his head it makes me appreciate it more of what he did. He felt the pain of being separated from His Father and the weight of all our sins bearing down on Him. I pray that each day I will remember what Christ actually went through for me so that I can live my life growing closer to Him and trying to be like Him and eventually getting to spend eternity with Him.
Now, I also have to add to this some things I have been thinking about through this. Yesterday, as I thought about how it was actually done and thinking about Paul standing there watching her go, it made me think about what Christ went through for us. I think it is so easy for us to know that Christ died for us on the cross, but how often do we actually think about the pain and agony he went through. I don't think Ruby felt pain, but it was thinking about the actual procedure that made me upset. When I think about the physical and emotional pain that Christ went through for me it makes me upset in the same way. As I think about the nails piercing his hands and feet and thorns piercing his head it makes me appreciate it more of what he did. He felt the pain of being separated from His Father and the weight of all our sins bearing down on Him. I pray that each day I will remember what Christ actually went through for me so that I can live my life growing closer to Him and trying to be like Him and eventually getting to spend eternity with Him.
Monday, January 18, 2016
I'm Not Completely Insensitive
Today has been a typical Monday....well okay, not really. It has been in the sense that we really have no schedule for Mondays. It used to be that I went out for the morning for some alone time. Then Paul started going to the church on Mondays to get a better start on his week. He also usually plans to go to the gym in the afternoon. We try to do some school on Mondays, but if I haven't prepared things over the weekend (which I usually don't) then I am trying to get things ready on Monday....which means they do very little school. So we just kind of hang out and as the day goes we decide what we are doing.
Ruby (the dog, for those of you that don't know her) is a boxer and is 10 years old. A boxer's life expectancy is about 10 years. We have noticed in the last year that she has started having issues. She now has cataracts and it is really hard for her to see the toys in her way, and especially at night. She has to sometimes go out at night, which has never been an issue before. She is drinking more water so even going out more in the day. Last month or so, Paul took her to the vet because she had a growth on her lip and she busted or cut it open a couple times and there was blood everywhere. They said it was a tumor, but they didn't think it was cancerous so not to worry about it. Paul just tried to do a better job of keeping her nails trimmed so she didn't cut it open. Since that time the growth has grown more growths. It has looked nasty and every once in a while would bleed a little. Yesterday was the last straw for me. It was bleeding everywhere and wouldn't stop. So, Paul took her to the vet this morning to see what we needed to do. He ended up calling me to talk about what to do. We decided to have them go ahead and run blood test to see if there was cancer anywhere else. The tests came back with her calcium numbers just slightly elevated. They said that and the fact that she is drinking more water could mean cancer, but the numbers weren't too high for them to think it was an immediate concern. So we decided to go ahead and have them remove the growth. They did the surgery today and as I am typing this Paul is on his way home with her. He does tell me she has to wear the "cone of shame" so we'll see how that goes. Anyway, all that to say, I have been waiting for the day that we no longer have her. It is hard to be in the ministry and have a dog....especially a dog that drools all over people. She always likes to do that to company and especially if they are dressed up. It is also hard to have people stay with us because some don't like dogs. It is also a pain to have to clean up after her now that she is shedding a lot (weather or age or both, I don't know). It is also a pain to have to make arrangements for her if we are going to be gone all day or overnight. It is a pain to take her with us places if we are going overnight. See there are a lot of reasons that I really wish we didn't have a dog now. BUT, today I realized how hard it is going to be to let her go. I know she is just a dog and we don't treat her as part of the family, but she is a part of the family. When Paul was asking me on the phone what we should do I was getting tears in my eyes. I don't want to put her down for my convenience, but I don't want her to suffer....and let's face it, she can't tell us how she feels.
So, all of that to just say, I am not as insensitive as some people may have thought I was. No, I don't like having a dog now and I will be glad when I don't have to clean up dog drool, accidents, smell dog food, etc, but I do have a heart and it will be hard to say goodbye when the time comes.
Ruby (the dog, for those of you that don't know her) is a boxer and is 10 years old. A boxer's life expectancy is about 10 years. We have noticed in the last year that she has started having issues. She now has cataracts and it is really hard for her to see the toys in her way, and especially at night. She has to sometimes go out at night, which has never been an issue before. She is drinking more water so even going out more in the day. Last month or so, Paul took her to the vet because she had a growth on her lip and she busted or cut it open a couple times and there was blood everywhere. They said it was a tumor, but they didn't think it was cancerous so not to worry about it. Paul just tried to do a better job of keeping her nails trimmed so she didn't cut it open. Since that time the growth has grown more growths. It has looked nasty and every once in a while would bleed a little. Yesterday was the last straw for me. It was bleeding everywhere and wouldn't stop. So, Paul took her to the vet this morning to see what we needed to do. He ended up calling me to talk about what to do. We decided to have them go ahead and run blood test to see if there was cancer anywhere else. The tests came back with her calcium numbers just slightly elevated. They said that and the fact that she is drinking more water could mean cancer, but the numbers weren't too high for them to think it was an immediate concern. So we decided to go ahead and have them remove the growth. They did the surgery today and as I am typing this Paul is on his way home with her. He does tell me she has to wear the "cone of shame" so we'll see how that goes. Anyway, all that to say, I have been waiting for the day that we no longer have her. It is hard to be in the ministry and have a dog....especially a dog that drools all over people. She always likes to do that to company and especially if they are dressed up. It is also hard to have people stay with us because some don't like dogs. It is also a pain to have to clean up after her now that she is shedding a lot (weather or age or both, I don't know). It is also a pain to have to make arrangements for her if we are going to be gone all day or overnight. It is a pain to take her with us places if we are going overnight. See there are a lot of reasons that I really wish we didn't have a dog now. BUT, today I realized how hard it is going to be to let her go. I know she is just a dog and we don't treat her as part of the family, but she is a part of the family. When Paul was asking me on the phone what we should do I was getting tears in my eyes. I don't want to put her down for my convenience, but I don't want her to suffer....and let's face it, she can't tell us how she feels.
So, all of that to just say, I am not as insensitive as some people may have thought I was. No, I don't like having a dog now and I will be glad when I don't have to clean up dog drool, accidents, smell dog food, etc, but I do have a heart and it will be hard to say goodbye when the time comes.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
I Just Have the Title of "Pastor's Wife"
I have read articles that are titled "10 things not to say to your pastor's wife" or "10 things to do to encourage your pastor's wife", etc. I always enjoy reading them even if I can't completely relate to them. Sometimes they mention mean things that have been said or done to a pastor's wife that I have not had said or done to me.
Sometimes the bad thing about reading these articles is that I start feeling like I am different from any other lady in my church. I learned a new lesson at church this past week. It was like an "ah-ha" moment. First, I sat down before Sunday school started. Hardly anyone was there yet. As the people started coming in, I realized I was sitting at a table of 4 by myself. The other tables were all filling up, but here I was sitting alone. At first, it hit me that I was lonely. I don't get to sit with my husband during Sunday school or church and here I was sitting all alone. Sunday school started and I was still alone. I started feeling sorry for myself, but quickly caught myself and tried making myself focus on the lesson. A little bit after Sunday school started a dad and daughter came in and they sat by me....maybe because it was the closest table with seats or maybe they really wanted to sit there. Whatever the case it didn't really matter...I was not going to let myself feel sorry for myself.
Then after Sunday school I went upstairs for the morning service. I again was sitting by myself except for two of my kids. The other two kids were sitting with other people. I was sitting in the very last row since we have recently started keeping our youngest child in the service. I again started looking around and started feeling sorry for myself because I was feeling lonely. I again quickly started changing my attitude about it. When I looked around again I realized we have many ladies (and a couple men) that are at church alone. Either they are never married, widowed, divorced or their spouse doesn't come to church. I realized I probably wasn't the only one feeling lonely. These ladies (and guys) may be feeling lonely too (or at times do). So, my thoughts started going to "what can I do to help them not feel lonely?".
I also realized I am no one special. I am just like any other Christian woman in this church. Yes, I've known that before, but like I said, this was an "ah-ha" moment. Instead of feeling sorry for myself that no one was reaching out to me, it made me realize I need to be reaching out to these ladies more too. Now there may be expectations that I still put on myself or others may put on me, but I am going to try to remind myself I am no one special in the church, I am just another Christian lady.
But, then what does that mean? Does that mean I just sit back and don't do anything? Of course not! It means I do what God has called me to do. It means I take care of my home, my husband, my kids and I reach out to those around me to encourage them. No, I can't do everything, but I can do what GOD expects me to do, not what others (including myself) expect.
And before anyone corrects me....yes, I AM someone special because I am God's child, but I am no more special than the person next to me that is God's child. And that is why I just have the TITLE pastor's wife.
Sometimes the bad thing about reading these articles is that I start feeling like I am different from any other lady in my church. I learned a new lesson at church this past week. It was like an "ah-ha" moment. First, I sat down before Sunday school started. Hardly anyone was there yet. As the people started coming in, I realized I was sitting at a table of 4 by myself. The other tables were all filling up, but here I was sitting alone. At first, it hit me that I was lonely. I don't get to sit with my husband during Sunday school or church and here I was sitting all alone. Sunday school started and I was still alone. I started feeling sorry for myself, but quickly caught myself and tried making myself focus on the lesson. A little bit after Sunday school started a dad and daughter came in and they sat by me....maybe because it was the closest table with seats or maybe they really wanted to sit there. Whatever the case it didn't really matter...I was not going to let myself feel sorry for myself.
Then after Sunday school I went upstairs for the morning service. I again was sitting by myself except for two of my kids. The other two kids were sitting with other people. I was sitting in the very last row since we have recently started keeping our youngest child in the service. I again started looking around and started feeling sorry for myself because I was feeling lonely. I again quickly started changing my attitude about it. When I looked around again I realized we have many ladies (and a couple men) that are at church alone. Either they are never married, widowed, divorced or their spouse doesn't come to church. I realized I probably wasn't the only one feeling lonely. These ladies (and guys) may be feeling lonely too (or at times do). So, my thoughts started going to "what can I do to help them not feel lonely?".
I also realized I am no one special. I am just like any other Christian woman in this church. Yes, I've known that before, but like I said, this was an "ah-ha" moment. Instead of feeling sorry for myself that no one was reaching out to me, it made me realize I need to be reaching out to these ladies more too. Now there may be expectations that I still put on myself or others may put on me, but I am going to try to remind myself I am no one special in the church, I am just another Christian lady.
But, then what does that mean? Does that mean I just sit back and don't do anything? Of course not! It means I do what God has called me to do. It means I take care of my home, my husband, my kids and I reach out to those around me to encourage them. No, I can't do everything, but I can do what GOD expects me to do, not what others (including myself) expect.
And before anyone corrects me....yes, I AM someone special because I am God's child, but I am no more special than the person next to me that is God's child. And that is why I just have the TITLE pastor's wife.
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