What the blogger owes her husband
Concordian Sisters of Perpetual Parturition: What the blogger owes her husband
One of our readers recently emailed to ask if we would include a post specific to the trials faced by pastors’ wives. While we are neither in the habit of taking requests nor experts of anything, this particular topic has been on my mind much of late and I was planning to hold forth on it anyway. I find myself in need of much discipline and many pep talks when pregnant. PS- This post is really, really long. So. You know.
CSPP is definitely one of my favorite blogs. I forward almost every post to Anne. Ladies and gents, add it to your reading list, now!
A tasty tidbit:
I didn’t intend to marry a pastor. I didn’t intend to marry, period. I certainly didn’t intend to spend my productive years producing babies. When I allow myself to think about all I did intend to do I get pretty angry. When I allow myself to remember that no one thinks all that much of what I am doing I get pretty sad. When I then look around and notice that my husband is an hour late for supper I get pretty crazy. The ingredients for a perfect Molotov cocktail—drink it down, sister; everyone’s doing it.
Let’s try this instead: God’s own child I gladly say it, “Self, shut up.”
