I feel like some women might fantasize about being married to a pastor because they have mistakenly believed that ministry marriages are all butterflies and spiritual conversations and praying together as a family all of the time. I feel like most of you probably haven’t fallen prey to that misconception, but just in case there

A lot of days, being a pastor’s wife is challenging – usually not in big, unbearable ways, but in a whole lot of little ways that pile up over time. The lifestyle certainly is something that requires adjusting to, but really everything unfamiliar to us requires some sort of adjustment. With Josh doing what he

Several weeks ago I attended our small group at church. I don’t go every week and it seems that I don’t go most weeks these days. There are a great many reasons for this that aren’t relevant to this particular story but probably will be addressed at some point in the near future. Regardless, I

After a full day of appointments and impulse purchases – hair re-dyed red and nails painted hazy, I slipped the Marshall’s deal of a dress over my head. The cheap red wedges that have laid dormant and dusty in my closet since the days before toddler chasing became most of me felt like summer and

Saturday was our anniversary.  Six years we’ve been married.  We’ve been together for nearly twelve!  Saturday also happened to be one Miss Magnificent’s birthday party.  My Hunk went out to pick up the birthday cake and returned with these… I was utterly and completely surprised.  My kitchen has smelled like our wedding all week 🙂

We move through our days doing and going and playing and wiping.  Loving and supporting and praying and help-mating.  We strive and we toil and we drink a lot of coffee.  Then we lay down in our beds and wonder if we did enough.  If we are enough to the people who truly matter most

We were 17 and terribly in love…all “one day when we get married” and “never enough kisses.”  And he would babysit with me, playing shamelessly with those kiddos…oblivious to my house playing shennanigans.  I knew then that he would be an incredible Daddy and something about that made me love him a little deeper.  Right

Some girls lay in bed as high school and college students begging that God would let them marry a minister. It’s true. I know them. They are nice, genuine women who I have a great deal of respect for. I was not one of ‘em. Nope. Never did I ever ask for a life in

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