I realize I have also done a bit of categorizing, as I have explained for years why I married a preacher type. My mother was a teacher, my father became a preacher, and the majority of my family on my Mom’s side do one or the other. When someone new remarks about me being a Preacher’s wife, I tell them, “in my family you either teach or preach or you marry someone that does.“ There is one other way to fit in…learn to play Pinochle! I grew up watching my uncles, aunts, cousins and parents play hand after hand of this card game. Running in and out of the house, enjoying being a kid, I heard a strange dialect involving bidder bunching, double marriages, and the age old question, “what’s trump?“ I didn’t understand any of this ritual and didn’t care to. It wasn’t until I was married with my own family, that I gave way to their brainwashing. I now play a pretty mean hand of Pinochle myself, but still can’t figure out how to keep score, or remember what trump is most games.
Most of my “preacher’s wife” stage of life, I have felt categorized, classified, and stigmatized. Even though I was married for almost 10 years before my husband became a preacher, it seems as though we were never anything else. Now don’t get me wrong - I have enjoyed being in ministry with Dale and being a part of the “watcha runnin” types. It is however, not all that I am or all that I will ever be. I am me, a woman who was once a child, now a wife, mom, grandma, aunt, sister, niece, cousin, daughter, and most importantly, child of God! I always love, but don’t always show it right. I don’t always say the right thing or have the right attitude, but I sure do try to. I am also a woman with chronic health issues, who deals with pain every moment of her life, but really hates when people put me in a box because of it. I love to speak and write, but I also love to play video games, crochet, take pictures and go kayaking! What category would that all fit in? I think the best one to place me in, would be the Mary category…just being who God created me to be.
In the movie, “The Last Holiday,” there is a scene in the kitchen of a grand hotel. The chef is explaining about the baby turnips he is going to cook.
- “Poor baby turnips - nobody likes them. Of course life is easy if you are a truffle or shitake mushroom. But the turnip is to be loved because she is a self-made woman of the vegetables. All the others you can only destroy with cooking…but the turnip, she gets better.” It’s not how you start, but how you finish.”
Philippians 3:14 “I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.”