When I look back over the years of being a pastor's wife, and remember the many triumphs and disappointments, there is one thing that always stayed constant in those moments. Grace. Those days my heart wasn't right, I said the wrong thing, I made a poor choice, all of those moments of defeat His grace was still sufficient for me. He took those moments that my flesh came through, and used them for His good. To teach me, grow me, stretch me, and sometimes give me hard lessons that could have been easier had I died to myself.
Pastors' wives, we ALL have those days. Days where we choose to not walk in the spirit but allow our fleshy sin to take hold of the moment. Don't view it as failure. His mercies are NEW each and every day! His mercies are new with every breath He breathes into our lungs. Repent, and learn from your mistakes. Keep growing from your experiences.
You got this!! You were born for today!
xo a girl who sleeps with the pastor