Ordination weekend went by so fast that my head is still spinning. My time was spent mostly making sure that no disasters happened and that the boys were on their best behavior. It was hard to just sit and savor the moment. I am so thankful that Doc's parents were able to be here to see their son ordained. It was the moment they have waited for since he was a boy. Doc's mother has believed for years that God has called my husband to be a minister. At the time, Doc was going through the normal teenage rebellion and she was doubtful, but God's message to her was clear: "I will call him to the ministry." It was a beautiful and moving service. I was glad our children were there to witness the event. They have been waiting for a long time, too, and they often would say, "I can't wait for Daddy to become a priest." They are very proud of him. When I was a teenager, my father would come into my room every evening to say good-night. He would kneel beside my bed and take my hand. He would pray then and often for God to give me a Godly man who would be a good husband and father. When I was twelve, I realized I wanted to be a minister's wife and a mother. These things have all come to pass and I can only be grateful to my loving and merciful God. My heart is full to overflowing. He is good.
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...
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It's interesting your recollection from childhood about wanting to be a pastor's wife. I don't think I would have thought of it specifically, but I remember my father on at least a couple of occasions looking at me with concern in his eyes and saying, "Andrea, please don't ever marry a pastor." I always thought this was curious, especially when it became clear God had ordained just such an outcome.
My father is a strong, godly man, who always had great affection and care for our ministers, so it was not out of despising ministers as a set that he said this. I believe he saw the unique challenges and sacrifices our ministers and their families had to face, and he desired an easier life for his girl.
I'm glad your childhood dream is finally coming true. Will Andy be in full-time ministry now?