The accompanist at our church was sick yesterday, Ash Wednesday, so my husband was depending on me to play my instruments (oboe & English horn) during the service. He also needed my oldest son to sing at the beginning of the service. But there was one problem…there was no nursery worker.
I don’t know why I thought my five year old would cooperate (I think the papers I have due for school this week have scrambled my common sense).
My “Christian” lasted for about 10 minutes, then I had to wrangle him away from his friend and their family (I know they were relieved) and took him to the “cry room” which is not exactly sound proof. The he commences to fight with his older brother. Off to the back I go. Things settle down, then I hear the screaming (and so does the congregation) so off I go again.
Let’s just say, it was a long hour. I had to jump back and forth from trying to be a part of the service to keeping a smile on my face while fighting back the urge to impart bodily harm on my children!
I wasn’t exactly “oozing the light of Christ” as my husband was talking to the congregation about this holy season and how we should reflect on our spiritual life.
The two year old in the congregation did better than my 14 and 5 year old.
Contrary to popular belief, just because you are a “pastor’s wife” does not mean you have it all together.
We have dirty bathrooms, dog poop in the yard, messy kitchen cabinets and sometimes the unholiest of words will come out of mouths.
We are real people trying our best to love a very real God.
Today I Am Thankful For:
1. plums
2. voicemail
3. Playgrounds
4. pants full of dirt (from a hard day’s play)
5. book fair’s
