I distinctly remember when it hit me. Many years ago I was riding in the car with Dan and we were on a highway at night. I looked at him and said quietly, "Do you realize you've made me a pastor's wife? That was not part of the deal when we got married."
Many men pursue the pastoral career path. Most of those men seem to have gone to my university, and fortunately for them there was no shortage of fine ladies ready to be swept up and married to these pastors-in-training.
In school I knew a few things.
1. I was sick of dating.
2. I really only wanted to serve God and I didn't care if I was single doing it.
3. I didn't want to marry a pastor.
My husband did not train to be a pastor during school. He graduated with the same degree I have. He did not feel "called" into the life we are in today.
And yet I should have known. He is a fine man, a great man. A man with strength and character and a drive for justice paired with wisdom, a humble heart, and desire to serve others before himself.
So here we are. He is a pastor, I am a pastor's wife, and our children are pastor's kids.
This was not my plan...but my plans suck. I'm glad God has taken over the planning in our lives.
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