For as long as I can remember I told my parents growing up that I DID NOT want to marry somebody in the ministry. I have nothing against pastors. My father is a tremendous pastor, has been since before I was born. I have always been extremely proud of him. But living in a fish bowl is not at all fun. And getting to be free of that one day sounded like a dream. Most little girls dream of growing up, finding prince charming, marrying, and moving off to an enchanted castle. Me, I was perfectly fine with a chubby plumber and a run down shack. Just keep me out of the lime light.
So six years ago I found myself a very attractive carpenter who adored me and I fell madly in love with him. 2 years later we married. We lived a nice and fairly unnoticed life until 2 years ago. My home building sweetheart told me, “I think I am feeling called to the ministry.” In particular he was feeling a nudge towards working with youth. I told him to ignore those crazy voices in his head and lay off the caffeine. Then I watched him fall deeply in love with 4 high school kids as God took us 400 miles from my hometown to be House Parents to foster kids. I saw God use him to touch and help change their lives and it was then that I knew. Dang it, God was indeed calling my husband into the ministry. And so here I am, a pastor’s daughter and youth pastor’s wife. Forever swimming in the crystal clear waters of a humble little fish bowl. And I could not be more proud!
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hi there! I am also a pastor’s daughter and pastor’s wife. My husband and I have been in the ministry for the past 6 years (although I was in the ministry full time before that as well). He is a pastor of youth and worship. Glad to find this community online!