Weekends
can be hard for those in ministry….and uniquely challenging for those married
to ministers. Here’s the breakdown for
my typical weekend for the past 40+ years.
Friday: Many years ago Evelyn Christensen (Biblical
speaker and author of several books including “What Happens When Women Pray”)
told a worship center full of women, where I sat on the front row soaking in
every word, that on every Friday the church of satan is praying that the pastors
will fail. That they would fail in their
marriages, that they would fail their families, that they would fail in their
ministries. All of it.
I
vividly remember breaking down in tears.
Was the Body of Christ praying every Friday for the pastors? Were they standing in the gap every Friday
battling the enemy for our husbands? As
I pondered what she was saying and all it meant I realized that Friday’s were
particularly challenging for my husband….and determined to pray fervently for
him on Fridays.
Fridays
can be hard. However, Friday is typically date
night and, for that reason, Friday is special after a week full of
not seeing my husband because of meetings and who knows what all!
Saturday: every Saturday night for as long as I can
remember my husband would leave home around 7-8 p.m. He would spend time at the church finishing up for Sunday morning and praying
in the quiet of the sanctuary for God to move mightily the next day and for the
people and whatever else God put on his heart.
He arrives home long after I am asleep.
However, I
rarely do sleep well on Saturday nights. I am
praying all through the night for God to move, for the Holy Spirit's anointing over my husband,
for those leading worship, etc.
Sunday: Ahhhh, Sunday and the joys of getting “X”
number of children up (why is it on Saturday mornings they are up at the crack of dawn--or before--but on Sunday they have to be pulled out of the bed??), fed, dressed and out of the door for church. With shoes on. By myself. Alone.
Two times. Exhilarating. Exhausting.
Relentless. Worth it!
Sunday
also brings lots of people in to the mix.
Familiar people I love. Familiar people
who are, at times, a thorn in my flesh. New
people to greet and get to know. People to
teach. People to hug and smile to and
encourage. People to pray with. People.
Lots of people.
I love
people. And, I am a people person. An ‘extrovert’. But I am also an ‘introvert’ and need my
space. Makes me feel like I am rather weird
until I heard that there are other people like me out there!! Introverted extroverts we are called!
By the
time Sunday night has come I sometimes cringe when a group wants to go out to eat or
hang out. I am people done. People done I say!
So….when
Monday comes….like today. I say “thank goodness
it’s Monday” and praise God…Sunday’s coming!!
What
about you? Do you thank God it’s Monday
too??
2 comments:
Hi, Dana! I love that you wrote about this because it's often how my husband and I feel after a busy weekend of ministry. So glad to know we are not alone in it. :) And very glad to have connected with you again at Transformed in Indy!
Jen @ Being Confident of This
Jen! Yay! I am so glad you found this blog site!! Especially since it is for ministry wives!! Have fun reading!!
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