I’m a pastor’s wife. Bet you didn’t know that.
Because I’m not really your typical pastor’s wife…
I don’t wear big hats and floral dresses. Or denim jumpers. Or stockings.
Um. No. Never.
I wear casual clothes. Or cute skirts. And I would wear dresses…but there aren’t very many that look great on my body type and provide easy nursing access.
I wore this to church today:
I don’t sing soprano.
Actually, I sing alto. But only in a group. Or in the shower. Or in my car. Or along with the radio (“Cause You had a bad day, the camera don’t lie…“). I love singing, don’t get me wrong. It’s just not one of my…ahem…top talents.
I lip-sync to hymns.
Yes, I CAN sing “Amazing Grace.” Such a beautiful, beautiful song. But I have to admit that I don’t know the lyrics of quite a few of the lesser known hymns and I don’t know all of the latest worship songs either. Sometimes, if I don’t know the words to a song, I make up my own song and sing it very, very softly.
I don’t gossip.
Pastors wives get a bad rap for gossiping. I’m not sure if it’s justified or not, but I can assure you that I am not the gossiping type. If I hear people gossiping, I tend to bow out of conversations. I prefer, candid, authentic, honest conversations with people…not about people.
I don’t always like going to church.
Some days, I would prefer to stay home. It’s a lot of work to get two kids fed and dressed and brushed and ready. Not to mention I actually have to find an outfit for myself that fits and looks attractive (not an easy chore for a new mama).
My kids aren’t dressed to the nines every Sunday.
I let my almost-3-year-old wear shorts, jeans, and tees to services. Sometimes, I forget to brush her hair.
So, there you have it. I’m not your typical pastor’s wife.
But then again, my husband isn’t exactly your typical pastor either:
Yes, that really is him.