We poured our lives into the church for six years. It couldn’t have been better. There was growth, life change, salvation, and a real impact in our community. The dream became diluted somewhere between exhaustion and sin. It was then we were blown off course.
As my daughter Sara and I stood next to the lifeless earthly body of the man we had both loved, my mind went into hyper gear. How could my life ever be wonderful again without the partnership we shared in both marriage and ministry?
Pastor’s wives aren’t supposed to have a story. At least that’s what I thought. Even though I read countless stories in the Bible of how God used imperfect people, I really doubted if He could really use me and my story.
When The Husband and I first met in college, I was 19. The Husband got me a job at the bar he was working at and, shortly thereafter, we started dating. But within the second month of us dating we got pregnant. I was 19, pregnant, with a man I'd just started dating...