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Celebrate Good Times

We are invited to a lot of activities. Unfortunately, we can’t get to all of them. Sometimes that’s due to no babysitter if the cubs are not invited. Sometimes we have our own family activities going on. One of our rules is that if multiple activities are happening at the same time, we don’t do any at all instead of picking or choosing which to attend. Recently, we were invited to a 90th birthday party for a member of the church. First, we were surprised that the invite was for all six of us considering the venue. That’s rare!! After double-checking with the family of the birthday girl, she did indeed want all six of us to attend!

Since we were familiar with the location of the party, we knew that a certain dress code would be expected…one that our cubs would not be happy about. When we told them that we were going to a party, they were excited! When we told them they had to wear church clothes, their mood changed real quick. To add to their misery, we made them wear their church clothes to church school. We have church school on Saturday mornings, and they would NEVER wear church clothes on a Saturday. You would’ve thought we had said we were cancelling Christmas!

Well, they got over it. They didn’t really have a choice.

So, what’s it like being married to a preacher man? Getting our cubs to step outside of their norm is torturous sometimes. We told them who the party was for, the delicious food they were going to have for lunch, other people (including kids) who were going to be there, but it didn’t matter until we arrived.

Only then, did they see that their attire blended in with everyone else there.

They had their own place cards with their individual names on them, so they felt important.

We had a few quick reminders of which fork to eat with first and how to sit in a chair when we wear a dress.

Then there was the food! They LOVED the food (as we had expected). They even wanted to take the dinner rolls of the couple who was late arriving to the table! Cub 2 had at least three slices of chocolate cake.

Best of all, we had a great time celebrating with the birthday girl!

~ Married to a preacher man

This is the fourteenth post in a series of 31 posts about being married to a preacher. You can read them all HERE.

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First Lady or Nah?

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.

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Making Connections

I’m getting behind again with trying to post on a daily basis for the #write31days challenge. I’m just a few minutes from Sleeplandia, but I wanted to quickly post about this beautiful, comfy and warm gift I received last Sunday.

This is a pink afghan with green trim. It is the perfect size for my side of my bed. Before Sunday, I didn’t know who the lady was. I heard that she had a gift for me, and instead of just leaving it in Poppa Bear’s (PB) office, she wanted to give it to me personally. Since I didn’t know her, someone had to take me to the sanctuary to where she was seated. When I was introduced to her, we walked out to the narthex so that she could tell me about my gift.

It turns out that I knew of her because last year she made PB a Dallas Cowboys blanket. She told me that she made my blanket because she didn’t want me to feel left out. I also learned that I do know one of her daughters. I learned that she has been ill for a long time and she makes blankets now to keep herself busy since she cannot be on-the-go anymore the way she used to (her kids get upset with her). It only took her about two weeks to make my blanket!

So, what’s it like being married to a preacher man? There are definitely more people at church who know my name than the other way around. I’m not that great at remembering the names of people at our church…unless we make a connection. I LOVE making connections! If I can hear a little bit of your story, you’re forever stamped in my mind. I still have more connections to make, but I’m slowly learning about our wonderful church family. I’m thankful that this sweet lady didn’t just drop this gift off in PB’s office. I was able to say thank you, squeeze her real tight, and make a connection that I’m going to be thankful for all winter!

~ Married to a preacher man

This is the twelfth post in a series of 31 posts about being married to a preacher. You can read them all HERE.