Continued from Journey to Pastor's Wife Part 1
Now for the back story:
When I met my husband, I was drawn to his shoulder-length, shaggy hair, carefree style, and passion for God. He wore a guitar like I wore a purse, and he had a wonderful gift of being able to lead others in worship. In fact, around the time that we met, he was the worship leader for his peers who were in the college ministry at our church.
I loved listening to him play the guitar and sing. He had (and still has) quite the talent for writing his own songs, too, and he often recorded his music onto tapes. (Some of you may need to click the link to see what in the world I am talking about.) While we were dating, going out, courting, or whatever you want to call it, he even devoted a little bit of time to pursuing a career in Christian music. And, yes, he even got a little cheesy and wrote some songs for me. Sweet, I know.
Worship leader, future CCM artist - that was all pretty exciting in my book. As we all know, real life happens, though, and as a young 20/21 year old, my then boyfriend was living on his own and having to provide for himself. So music was more of a hobby and a real job, a way of life.
Fast forward a couple of years, and that same guy, but no longer with shaggy hair, was singing his bride (me) down the isle. Music was definitely put on hold as real life smacked us good and hard in the face. Not to mention that our southern mega church with massive choir didn't really have a place in music ministry for a Birkenstock wearing, guitar playing type of guy.
We both had real jobs and husband even went back to college to earn a degree in history thinking maybe he could eventually become a teacher. Life was busy, especially after baby #1 came along. I became a stay-at-home mom, but hubby continued to work full time and go to school.
The only "ministries" we really got involved in at our church came a little later. I helped lead a group in the MOMS ministry when my first born was a toddler, and also during that time period, baby #2 came along. A few year later, hubby and I (mostly hubby) started teaching a Sunday School class in the college ministry. It was during this phase of life that I began homeschooling and birthed baby #3.
We both loved serving however God was leading, but full-time ministry was something that had NEVER been brought up before. I don't even think that phrase had ever even entered my mind. Ever.
I don't have a clue how long we'd been married when my husband reached into the depths of his soul and shared a piece of his heart with me. (I just know it did happen.) He revealed a part of himself I truly hadn't known before. And I can honestly say, I wasn't too jazzed over it. In fact, it kinda scared me.
Well, this looks like a great place to take a break. ;) TO BE CONTINUED AGAIN . . .
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