I’m not an artist, but I get to pretend that I am when I do a Paint Nite event. My first ever Paint Nite was one of my 40th birthday presents from Poppa Bear (PB). Now, four paintings later, I can truly say that I am still as pitiful as the first painting! It’s the fine details that I struggle with the most, like tree branches, legs, and birds. Ugh! My birds were horrible! All we had to do was make little V’s, but my birds wouldn’t work well together!
During Paint Nite, you find people walking around to check out each others’ progress, and one of my church sisters tried really hard to be kind in her thoughts about my birds. So, I let her know that it was okay to say what she REALLY thought. I wanted her to treat me like me – not First Lady.
So, what’s it like being married to a preacher man? You definitely get treated differently because of your husband’s position. However, at events like Paint Nite, I like to remind my church sisters that they don’t have to be so formal with me. So, my church sister, let me have it! In the kindest way that she could, she joked about my poor birds and I laughed myself to tears!
It was a great night for us all!
~ Married to a preacher man
This is the thirteenth post in a series of 31 posts about being married to a preacher. You can read them all HERE.