I am sitting here in our bed watching the nightly news and wondering when Bobby will make it home from worship team rehearsal tonight. I thought this was a perfect time to begin this blog! Thursday nights are often a nice time for me to regroup and collect my thoughts from the week and get ready for the next week. Actually, Thursdays are the long day of the week for Bobby. Out of the house before Mia goes to school and at the office until 10:30/11:00. He should be home soon... can't wait!
We have been married for 11 years (last week!) We have been together a little over 13 years. And we have been doing ministry together even longer. Currently, Bobby is the Worship/Creative Arts and Cultivate Pastor at our church.
I've got four kids under the age of six. I am crazy involved in life with our church. And I promise I am struggling with normal (and sometimes I feel, abnormal) mom/wife issues just like any other woman. But I feel blessed to live life as a minister's wife. Totally blessed.
Life married to a minister has so much... potential. I'll leave it at potential because I have seen so many minister's wives do so many different things with their marriage. But the potential for something absolutely amazing to happen between two devoted Christ-followers for the kingdom is there.
So I tried a blog at the beginning of the year and just couldn't focus my thoughts. I have opinions and thoughts about everything! And really, I could talk about my kids all day. But being married to a minister? Who writes about that? Well, apparently now I do! We'll see how this goes.
I just heard the car door shut in the driveway! This is what I have been waiting for all day!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
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What a great post! Welcome to blogosphere. Stop by and say Hello, I'm your first follower! Lisa Wilson
ReplyDeletegood post Becka . You and Bobby are an awesome team
ReplyDeleteHaha! I wanted to get to know you better! I guess this is a good way to start ;-)
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the blogging world. :)
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