Being a MOM comes first even in this ministry role as a Pastor's wife. Don't hear me wrong here. I didn't say being a mom comes first to being a wife. No, being a mom comes first to being a pastor's wife. Often times I struggle with this. I didn't in the early days when I was a new mama. Those days nothing could get in the way of that time with me and my babies. I would miss a sermon any day to hold my sweet new baby in the lobby. However, now being an experienced mama of three, and have been on this journey for nearly four years now, I often find myself wanting to be in during my husband's sermon. To stand beside him during worship, and just be there on the front row doing this Sunday morning together. I find myself getting frustrated when no one will step up and volunteer. And their reason, because they don't want to miss a Sunday morning service. Thoughts flood my mind…do they not realize I have missed countless Sundays being a mom serving in the children's area, because there is no one else to volunteer? Do they not think I want to be in there too?
Woah?? Slow down a bit sister.
Sometimes we need a reality check. Ok, who am I? Right now in this season, I am a mother. A mother of three at that. God has placed me in this position in this season of life for a reason. He knows my heart, my thoughts, and my ways better than I do. He called me to this, more than he is calling me to a sunday morning seat.
This past Sunday, before church I was overwhelmed by all of these emotions. We always have two volunteers at a time serve in our kids area for accountability reasons, so there is an extra volunteer in case more children show up. Saturday evening, only one volunteer willingly volunteered for Sunday, and I was not about to break the two man rule, and or unload two hyper toddler boys on her. So that morning I reluctantly refused the offer, deciding I was going to accept the challenge to keep two toddler boys and a three month old quietly still during a sermon because I wasn't going to miss another Sunday. A few minutes later, God amazingly slapped my slightly bitter self.
A girl showed up who I had never met before. I had only heard of her before church that morning because Forward received a letter and check about how she felt an urgency to give sometime earlier that week, and Jim and I were talking about how awesome that was. She explained how she had been in need of a job for a few months now, and not until she mailed that letter and check the very next morning she got a job! How cool is that? Guess what she did next? She asked if she could volunteer in the kids area that morning, not knowing that I had already told the other girl never mind don't worry about serving since your the only one who volunteered. God just prompted her heart, and used it to show me up :)
Oh how His ways are so much higher than mine.
But really, God has called us moms to a season of missing more sermons than we would like to, to be the mothers he desires us to be to our children. And sometimes, more often than not, He will come through in the least expected way, and bless your socks off, so YOU can ENJOY a SERMON one Sunday morning!
xo a girl who sleeps with the Pastor