It feels like we moved to Amarillo then just blinked. When we opened our eyes, our church family was throwing a little party in celebration of Shep’s fifteen years of service.
Where did the years go?
It’s been my privilege to be on the front row seat watching Shep at work in ministry. His shepherd’s heart for people has inspired and sustained me over these years. He is my hero.
When a minister’s average length of stay at a church in America these days is less than 4 years (see IronSharpensIron.com), Shep has been faithful and loyal and forgiving through 15 years of the ups and downs of church family life- the kind every congregation faces over time.
For me, another part of the beautiful miracle of the celebration was knowing deep in my heart that the LORD has been ever present and faithful to me– the girl who swore (yes, I know I’m not supposed to swear, but I did) she never would or could or should be a minister’s wife.
Whatever images I’ve had in my mind about an ideal minister’s wife should look like, cook like, clean like, pray like, dress like, or be like, I know deep down in my soul I can’t possibly measure up to that illusive standard. It’s just not me and I’ll be the first to tell you I don’t have what it takes.
But the LORD at work within a girl sure does.
I’m so far less than ideal in every possible category of “ministerial spouse perfection,” yet I’ve watched the LORD walk me through this 15 year adventure in amazing ways.
So, there we stood, right in front of the chocolate table and the cake, surrounded by the wonderful “family” called our church and celebrated.
My, O, my, how faithful the LORD is to His people!