No, I’m not talking politics.
It seems I’ve caused some confusion in bloger-sphere. Now that’s not so unusual since I cause confusion and sometimes even chaos in person, but I feel the need to explain a few of these misunderstandings.
Although I may have mislead you to believe that my friend Jeannie, the pastry chef, is a mail-order-bride, that’s not exactly true. Jeannie is a smart, witty Long Island girl who happens to have been born in Korea. I know, what a let down. Sorry. I do however, think she needs her own blog called “Mail Order Bride”. If you’d like to hear from Jeannie, let us know by leaving a comment. I’ll talk her into the rest!
Apparently I’ve caused some to doubt the fact that I am a pastor’s wife. I’m slightly hurt and a little insulted. (Not really!) Don’t you think I’d make a good pastor’s wife? On second thought, don’t answer that!
Here’s the problem, the image of a pastor’s wife is sometimes confused with the image of my blue haired grammy. Now I love blue haired grammy’s and hope I live long enough to sport a blue hairdo fully sculpted and suspended with Aquanet, but at the moment I’m only 30…something…I mean, (cough) 27. Yes, 27 and that’s my final answer!
We all start off young, animated, and slightly insane. That’s why we accept God’s challenge in the first place. I want to let you in on a little secret…shhhh…come a little closer now. Ok, you can be a God fearing, Bible reading, church going woman and still enjoy a good laugh. Shocking! I hear your gasps.
What’s more is that sometimes we really want to go shopping with you and then stop for a fancy coffee on the way home…not just listen to your problems and pray with you. I guess I shouldn’t speak on the behalf of ALL pastor’s wives, but hey, my lips are loose this morning.
A pastor’s wife is a real woman who gets angry, laughs, slams doors, oversleeps, prays for patience (not only with her kids, but with you too), argues with her husband (rarely), binges on chocolate (too often), and dreads shopping for a swimsuit. Give her a break…she’s just like you!
Recently at a BBQ birthday event, the hostess pulled me aside and asked how I’d like to be introduced. I looked at her inquisitively and said, “By My Name.”
What a revolutionary idea.
Immediately she turned toward the crowd of curious friends, family, and neighbors and said, “This is the pastor’s wife.”
Talk about a fun deflator!
You can imagine how people flocked toward me bearing gifts of hotdogs, coke, and chips. They fought over the empty seat next to mine and delighted as my children engaged in play with their offspring. NOT!
After an intro like that, I feared I’d forgotten to use deodorant that morning. Wearing a “PW” (pastor’s wife) on your lapel is much, much worse than a scarlet “A”.
So do your pastor’s wife a favor, use her name. Remember she’s a person with feelings and to use a colloquialism, cut her some slack.