I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.
Galatians 2:20
I am relatively new to the cell phone world. It's not that I'm a hermit and never knew about them, it's just that I didn't own one for years. I semi-shared with my husband because of the cost factor of an extra phone. I stole his when I went on a trip or was "in the city" for the day. Then, I got the awesome opportunity to be his secretary (note the sarcasm), taking messages right and left. So, as a tiny bit of extra income came in, we made the jump to being a two cell phone family.
Yesterday, I realized I put people in my contacts by who they are to me, not necessarily their proper name. My sister is in there according to her childhood nickname and favorite affectionate title from my kids "Ney-Ney". My friend Jen is "Jen, Mark's Love." (We love her too!) Another friend is in there as "Jaime College." Obviously these aren't the only dimensions I see of these people, but they are my primary goggles I evidentially identify people by without even thinking.
So, a few weeks ago when I went to put my friend Emily in, I found myself contemplating what to put her in under. Her husband is a vicar and we met through a circuit picnic, so it was really tempting to put her in as "Emily Vicar's Wife." But would I want someone to identify me like that? No. I wouldn't. Somewhere deep down, while I love being the "Pastor's Wife", I desperately want people to see me as something else, something more, something deeper.
Being a pastor's wife is deeply fulfilling. It's wonderful and scary, and frustrating, and special all at the same time. But it's not WHO I AM. It's a role I serve, a vocation even. I love being a pastor's wife. I love being your pastor's wife. But please see me for all of me. See me as a mom, a deaconess, a social worker, a great conversationalist, a person with a serious problem with being on time, a not so great driver, but a person with passion and exuberance.
But where is my real identity? It's not actually in any of that. I pray that when you see me, you see Christ. Because that's the real and true Biblical truth- I am Christ living in me. That is me.
What do you wish people saw in you, or do you wish they saw if they looked beyond the title pastor's wife? I'm sure one thing they see is Christ. That is what we live for, sisters. This life I live, I live not just in service to Him, but as His body on earth. He lives in me and shines in me, and I am a little less me every day and a little more Him, which is a good thing.
All that said, when you go to put your pastor's wife in your phone, put her in as Sue She Who Rocks a Cheesecake or Mary She's Super Thoughtful, or even better Elizabeth My Friend.
And if you want, you can put my name in your phone as Heidi Crucified with Christ. I take it as a great complement.
Jen and I - She is a beautiful and precious pastor's wife-to-be.
