Who Is The Rock?
I ironed his clothes. I ironed theirs. I ironed mine.
I made breakfast, skipped the shower, dressed and fed the little people in the house and pulled together a snack for a hungry crowd of fellowshippers.
I planned Sunday School, read over the sermon and encouraged him.
I got up REAL early but I was STILL behind. I had caused my husband to be later than he’d like.
After almost two years of being a pastor’s wife, I have it ALMOST down to a science on being able to get it all together on Sunday morning…just me…on time.
That feeling…
