I’ve been a preacher’s wife forever it seems. I have loved being married to a preacher and raising my children in the church alongside my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ.
Several years ago, a dear friend who happens to be the daughter of a preacher told me she understood that we, as preacher families live in “glass houses.”
At first I didn’t really understand what she meant, but now I do. Some people are so consumed with how others live, especially preacher families, that they look into our lives, our homes, as if they are made of glass…meaning we are under the microscope so to speak, and our families are on full display.
I can honestly say I believe this to have been true in only one place we have lived. I’m thankful for my Christian brothers and sisters who see us as humans who make mistakes and pick ourselves back up and correct ourselves.
We have been tremendously blessed to have been loved so deeply by our Christian brothers and sisters…after all, we are on the same path and we need each other to reach our destination.
It happens that my personal life has pretty much been on public display the last few years…the ugly truths of my family of origin. But I have had an army of support and love that could come from no other than those who know what hurt and love are all about.
So, I will use some of my past experiences to show you how the Lord has helped me and my husband build a beautiful home. Not a magazine worthy home, but a home of safety, love, warmth, and full of the Lord’s patience and forbearance.
Until next time…the Lord bless you and keep you…
Preacher’s Wife 