Who knew when I met my husband Mike back in college, when he wore little white tennis shorts and listened to the Gap Band, that he'd become founding senior pastor of a large, multi-site church? Who figured him for a moderator of our national denomination?
Me, a pastor's wife? I didn’t grow up in church, and didn’t know being a pastor's wife was even a thing, any different than being the wife of a lawyer or a car salesman. I made some rookie mistakes, like asking an acquaintance with a parole anklet to help with childcare, but people in our church have been profoundly gracious with me. Eventually I settled into my quiet niche of rocking babies in the nursery, painting murals on the church walls, and designing a prayer garden.
We pastors' wives eventually find our groove.
After I earned a BA in English at The College of William and Mary and grew out the worst freshman haircut in the history of undergraduate education (right), I wrote advertising copy, worked in corporate communications, sold paintings (below right), raised two great kids, launched a Faith section in our local newspaper, wrote over 100 news articles, and wrote some arts-related articles for a local African-American magazine.
I also published a novel called Flying Home, available on Amazon; wrote a second novel, Maiden America, which lives a sad life in my dark attic; and just finished novel number 3, Under the Red Clay.
We English majors eventually find our groove, too.