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.
They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the ...
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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?