My husband and I have been in full time ministry
for many years. We raised our two PK
son’s now 34 and 31in the “glass house” world.
One thing I have learned is that every day is a battle with the evil
one. Oh, there are awesome days when all
is right in the world and there is peace on earth. However, let SUNDAY roll in and the
wham! Life seems to fall apart. That is Satan trying to keep you from God’s
work.
Well girlfriends, that is why God made
chocolate and a little humor for the us.
I am sharing today a FEW of the SUNDAY events that have occurred in our
ministry. They are very real moments in
from this crazy, blonde, chocoholic preacher’s wife life. See if you can relate to any of them.
1.
“Do I have to go to church
AGAIN?” Let’s see. Are you running a
fever or throwing up? No? Then yes, you GET to go to church again.
2.
“Mommy, I have going to wear my
cowboy costume to church today because Jesus loves cowboys.” Hmm, he
got me on that one.
3.
As my husband leaves for church one SUNDAY
morning, he casually mentions that I need to bring a casserole for lunch
because a Sunday School class decided to have a pot luck. Hmm,
let’s see. The pantry is empty and I
still have to get two children under five to dressed for church. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
4.
A certain two-year-old decides to
play Army man on a SUNDAY morning. He
scales the piano bench and climbs on top the piano. I realize the house is too
quiet and peer around the corner of my kitchen just in time to see my little
one attempt to jump from the piano to the coffee table. Instead he hits the corner of the table with
his head. He screams. I scream. (I want
to run for chocolate ice cream!) Running to check on my little one, I discovered
a huge goose egg bump on his forehead.
Thankfully, there was a nurse in our country church who lived across the
highway. Note to self: never, ever leave
a two-year-old independent future military guy unattended especially on a
SUNDAY and you might want to become a military medic in case of battle
injuries.
5.
As I stood in my bathroom in my robe
with wet hair with two preschoolers who are crying for breakfast, my smiling,
fully dressed for SUNDAY morning husband steps in and says, “Honey, I am
heading to church to prepare for the message.
See you there.” In my mind I imagine myself walking in to
church in my bathrobe and wet hair dragging to two crying and hungry preschoolers
who are clinging to my leg.
6.
Once I was so proud of myself because
I actually going to be on time for Sunday School. I was dressed; kids are fed and dressed. As I gathered my purse, bible, and diaper
bag, I heard squeals of laughter coming from our sons’ room. Soon I saw my three and half year-old chasing
his one and half year-old brother down the hall. The younger of the two had decided that
clothes and diaper are optional attire for church. I sigh, grab the streaking
toddler, slap a diaper on his bare bottom and head to church. You can always dress him there. Lesson to self: Pride comes before a fall especially on
SUNDAYS!
7.
My husband was baptizing a child
during the morning service. I was
sitting at the back of the church with my toddler, who is watching intently, on
my lap. (Yes, it was a small church with no nursery). Suddenly, as the new convert was dunked under
the water, my toddler started crying, “I want to go swimming with Daddy too!”
Note to self: Always wear a clothing article that
coordinates with the deep red coloring in your face.
8.
I was huge pregnant with my second
child and trying to entertain/restrain my toddler. Suddenly, the fiercely independent future
military toddler spotted his favorite church member in the choir and skillfully
slid like a wet noodle out of my lap.
The future military man then proceeded to “army man” crawl under all the
pews all the way to the front of the church to go see his buddy. Hmm, those crawling skills did help develop
him in to an awesome military officer.
9.
A visiting pulpit committee takes our
family to lunch to further get to know our family. The meeting lasted a couple of hours. In the process our six-year-old and
three-year-old decide they needed to go to the restroom which is across from
your table. After several minutes, the
three-year-old ran in to the restaurant dining room screaming, “Bubba is locked
in the potty and can’t get out!” Hmm, at
least he didn’t fall in or the three-year-old flush Hot Wheels cars in the
potty and cause a flood.
10. Same
pulpit committee, same lunch, same people, and same children. Our three-year-old decides the “meeting”
needed some entertainment. Mr.
Mischievous Funny Man crawled under the table and began barking and panting
like a dog. Hmm, at least my toddler did not think they were fire hydrants.
Sigh . . .SUNDAYS!
I did survive . . .I think.
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