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Weekend recap part 1

As many of you know I went to a conference for ministers wives that Beth Moore led this weekend. My dear sweet friend Jill went with me. We had such a good time reconnecting with each other and worshipping together. (more about Beth Moore in weekend recap part 2)

I have been the wife of a minster for almost 16 years. There have been times during those years that I wished Stephen did anything else but this. But overall I wouldn't trade these years of serving the Lord beside Stephen for anything. Nothing. At all.
I feel blessed of the Lord to be the wife of a preacher. God called him to the ministry all the while knowing that I was going to be his wife. This is exactly what God wants for my life.

I say that to say this-
There are many ministers wives that are hurting. The alter at the conference was filled with hurting women. So I'm asking you to do this.
Go to your preachers wife, your student ministers wife, your music ministers wife hug her, tell her you love her, tell her thanks, send her a card, a scripture. Something.
She is the unseen supporter of your pastor. She hurts when you and your family hurt, she rejoices when you and your family rejoices.
She is not perfect. She will make mistakes. She won't do everything to your liking. She might not even know your name. She will protect her children. She will defend her husband and most importantly she will serve the Lord.
Love on her this week. If you don't know her very well, if you have had a disagreement, if you don't think she is doing her job very well, love on her anyway.
Please.
Don't just do this because I asked you to. Do this because you want to make a difference in the life of your ministers wife.
Julie
ps. I love you FBC-SC!!!

Comments

Faith said…
I just came across your blog through The Preacher's Wife--I was intrigued by the title!--and I was blessed by this first post. :) As a relatively new pastor's wife, there's a lot I'm still adjusting to. It has its blessings for sure, but there are some challenges, too, and this post was so encouraging. I'm glad you go to go to Beth's conference and can't wait to hear all about it in your next post!
Jodi said…
Praying for all the pastor's wives. And especially for you my dear friend.

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