My Top 6 Confessions About Being a Pastor’s Wife
So, confessions are good for the soul, right?
Sure, confessions before God rid our soul of sin—forgiveness for our wrongs. Yet, there’s another release when we make confessions before people.
Not only for wrong behavior, but also to let go of struggles.
My family has ministered in eight churches over the last thirty-two years. And my husband, Mike, currently serves as Lead Pastor for Believers Church.
While pastor’s wives often try to live-out the loudest “Amen!” and “Hallelujah!”
Still, we carry burdens.
In addition, we struggle with ministry issues.
6 Confessions and Lessons Learned
January 26, 2017 at 8:00 am | Uncategorized
5 Things I’m Breaking Up With And Never Making Up Again
Breaking up is hard to do.
He slid the note across a neighboring student’s desk, motioning to pass to the intended recipient—me. My name visible along the top fold of paper.
Feeling as though the world came to an end that day and I would never survive breaking up. The quirkiness of seventh grade. When did I decide boys didn’t have cooties? This should be re-evaluated.
Still, sobering breakups thundered in my young life. I made it out alive. Yet, as with most hurting hearts, my heart lacked resilience.
Breakups are hard. Heart. Breaking. The larger the investment of time, the harder we fall.
Breaking Up?
But, although painful, some breakups are in my best interest. Therefore, I’m composing a note to send, specifying the exact reasons I want out. If you’re a neighboring heart—a kindred spirit—please pass on to the intended recipient.
January 19, 2017 at 8:00 am | Uncategorized
I Can’t Keep Quiet: 2 Ways I Stand With Jesus Christ
Please be quiet!
Shushed. It happened in elementary school. And at the library.
My mom insisted I be quiet in church—the right thing to do. So, apparently the preacher could yell. But me? No freedom of speech from the pew. True, I didn’t have the floor or the stage.
As a child, I remember when grown-ups asked for a little peace and quiet—for their sanity.
Oh, if we rewound the tape, there’s more examples of attempts to silence me. Instead, let’s fast-forward to present day.
I Can’t Keep Quiet
I’m a woman now. Sure, certain scenarios in life call for silence…for no talking. When my husband’s watching one of his favorite TV shows or wants to hear something on the news. I get that. I need to hush.
Still, the world and culture want to silence me. They whisper, “Shush.” But there’s one thing I can’t keep silent about. No way. No how. Never.
My name is Karen Friday and I refuse to be quiet about my Lord.
January 12, 2017 at 8:00 am | Uncategorized
DIY Myth: Pull Yourself Up By Your Bootstraps
Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
Tumbles and stumbles. My worst moments in life. Like the time the short-cut down the embankment proved the wrong way—for me anyway. Flailing legs and arms on display for the whole world. Well, at least the people close enough to catch the show before the show.
And the times life knocked me off my feet in spirit. Culture implores me to pull myself up by my bootstraps. But is it even possible?
Have you ever fallen? Physically? What about on the inside? So, did you get back on your feet? And by yourself?
The bootstraps myth
Imagine you set out on a nice afternoon stroll through the countryside. But you trip over a branch and tumble to the ground. You are alone. No problem. Firmly grab ahold of your bootstraps (only one finger fits through the loop) and pull yourself to an upright position. Simple. Easy-peasy. A do-it-yourself task. No help necessary.
Now envision this same scenario taking place on the inside of you—deep within. The innermost part of you tumbles and you can’t get up. So, go ahead. Do it. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps.
But it’s an impossible feat. A complete myth. And a lie from the enemy. If we tumble in body or spirit, a DIY project’s not a suitable technique.
Life turns hard without fair warning.
January 5, 2017 at 11:21 am | Uncategorized