Pastor's Wife

I remember telling people that I would never marry a pastor.  I could never be a pastor's wife. They're so much that goes with that title...  I just shutter at the thought.  I was going to marry a Christian, guitar playing, singing guy.  Funny how God works.

Over the past couple of days, I've heard Adam dream about all sorts of different occupations that entice him.  Chaplain in the military?  A police officer?  A doctor? or PA?  I finally asked him the other day, "What's all the talk about these other occupations?  You were called to be a pastor."  Adam says, "I know, it's just not coming fast enough.  I want to be a pastor now."  And that's been an ongoing conversation for us since we've been married.  An ongoing prayer topic.  An ongoing prayer plea.

Last night after Cornerstone (the college aged ministry we (Adam) started), we received a phone call from one of our regular attendees asking us for prayer.  Her grandmother was just rushed to the ER because of bleeding in her brain which ultimately was a brain aneurism.  We decided to meet them at the hospital and just be a support for her and her family.

Last night I saw Adam come along side a scared and hurting family...
I saw him tenderly hold their hands and pray for their beloved grandma...
I saw him walk in confidence to the grandmother's bedside, hold her hand, and pray over her...
I saw him being present in a room filled with questions, faith, tears, nerves, and hope...
I saw him point out God when He seemed distant...
I saw Adam as a pastor last night.

Guess I'm a pastor's wife.  A proud one.