“…And how will they
hear without someone preaching?”
Romans
10:14
My Husband the
Preacher
My husband was preaching Sunday on THIS day being from the
Lord. This day being an opportunity to focus on Him. Each day being filled with
joys and sorrows that remind us of His mercy and grace, and His love in our
lives. He must have said “this day” about 50 times in his message.
The sermon wasn’t necessarily more exceptional than others,
but a new thought dawned on me…
Every Sunday I go to church. Sometimes will bells on, and
sometimes reluctantly, I admit. It’s a workout, with four kiddos who each need
something different, need to be in different places, or who just have needs.
There are a million people to see and check in on each Sunday. It’s easy to
feel overwhelmed by the life of the church, blessed by it truly, but
overwhelmed by it.
Sunday, I sat in my pew and listened to my husband’s
message. The message sat in my heart and God spoke in His Word a new kind of
gratefulness to me, in my vocation as pastor’s wife.
Wow! This is the day I
get to hear the Word from my husband’s lips.
How many other women get to do this, and so frequently?
Sometimes as a pastor’s wife, I feel a bit robbed of a
pastor. It’s true. If I have a need, who do I call on? My husband? He’s busy
with a million other needs. In addition to that, he hears with husband ears
when I speak, not necessarily pastor ears- objective, grace giving, third party
ears.
And it’s so easy as a pastor’s wife to feel a little left
out of the flock, or to focus on the negatives of the church. We, after all,
often have a behind the scenes glimpse of all the beauty and ugly that can be
found in our congregations.
But what God reminded me on this day, is that I am in a
small but mighty group of ladies that hear the Word of God directly spoken over
them by their husband on any given Sunday. I have no doubt where my husband’s
heart is. He is praying earnestly to have the message of God heard clearly by
the receivers. I can gratefully be one of those participants.
Kids in the pew, needs all around, a bit of loneliness
creeping in. Yes. But blessings tucked into the chaos. Oh my, yes!
THIS is the day His Word goes out. This is the
day my husband gets to be the container pouring it out. This is the day I will
rejoice and be glad in exactly where He has put me, and trust that every little day is part of His plan.
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