Today we are waiting to hear if the Good Chaplain made the rank of Colonel. We should find out Thursday and the anticipation is hard to handle. I want to eat everything in sight, which is my go-to for handling stress in my life.
I admit I feel somewhat apprehensive about my new role when (see, I’m being positive!) he makes it. It reminds me of how I felt when God called him to the minstry. I remember my reaction clearly. I was reading on the couch after our 6-week-old daughters were asleep when he came and said, “I think I want to be a minister.” I looked up from my magazine, replying, “You will be a great minister. I will be a horrible minster’s wife.” See, I grew up Catholic so I had no minister’s wife role model to rely on. And our pastor’s wife at the time was amazing. She played piano, sang in the church choir and ran the Sunday school program. Yikes! I felt like I could barely get out bed each day let alone take on all that responsibility.
In our Air Force career I’ve watched many colonel’s wives entertain and attend all sorts of social functions — some mandatory and some by choice. I’m worried about the entertaining. It’s not really my thing. I don’t mind a few people over for burgers and dogs on the grill, but a formal dinner party? I best be pulling out Martha Stewart and Emily Post. And cleaning my house.
At least in this role, I have some wonderful role models like Vickey C., Kim M., and Carol V. to rely on. Ladies, I will be calling on you. (See, I’m being positive again.) And I’ve learned I really am a good minister’s wife, just by being myself. Maybe that’s the secret to this success as well.